Quietly walk behind the reader

She didn’t make a final decision on her path until the lady ahead of her was facing away and heading north. Once her back was turned, Jen then decided to try to follow her and hope for the best.

Stepping carefully out of the trees to avoid rustling any branches Jen got the cement under her feet and started heading up the trail. She could barely hear the light padding sound her feet made with each step and was certain the woman ahead couldn’t hear anything from this distance. Keeping her hands firmly in front of her bosom and vagina she kept moving at a pace roughly equal to the reader.

So far so good. Don’t look back, don’t look back.

Jen strayed towards the right side of the path to be near the trees in case the woman turned around or if anyone else came by. She began considering the possibility- her potential reaction time, her sudden change in movement from straight ahead to a hard right turn, and the speed the lady might potentially turn her head. She now recognized that the chances of accomplishing this without being spotted were virtually zero.

Oh jeez, why did I decide to do this? This is crazy… If she doesn’t turn her head fast then I might make it, but if she looks behind her with any speed then I’m sunk…

She tried to put herself slightly more at ease by slowing down, allowing the woman to gain more distance. She didn’t think she could create a big enough gap for the reader to not notice Jen’s deficient wardrobe but she wasn’t about to turn around now. She was back on the main path, the most direct course to her car and the fastest route to being dressed once again.

Occasionally glancing behind her, Jen kept moving at an irregular pace. Sometimes slowing slightly to allow the woman to gain distance, sometimes trying to match her pace perfectly. Her fear of getting caught kept her looking around her to make sure no one might come from behind and stumble across the sight of a scared, embarrassed woman scurrying through the park without a stitch of clothing on her. Soon she was completely past the dog park.

The woman ahead started turning into a slight bend in the path and Jen considered moving quicker and closing the distance but a noise stopped her. Two voices, somewhere ahead. Were they getting closer or further away? Jen wasn’t sure.

She decided to play it safe and moved into the thin tree line. She’d lose time but gain the chance to determine if people were approaching before she ran into them face to face. She found a wide tree several feet off the path that would keep her well out of sight.

It didn’t take long for her to confirm the voices were getting closer and hiding had been the right choice. Soon the people approached and Jen could glimpse them between trees. A man and a woman, both walking dogs. They were engaged in conversation while their dogs repeatedly tugged at their leashes. It was a safe bet they were heading to the dog park.

She let the couple pass and get well out of view before she returned to the trail. A part of her wanted to stick to the trees again but she was **** to reach her clothes as soon as possible. She was willing to chance the path, at least until the next time she came across someone.

She settled into a quick pace, hands covering her body as she half-walked, half-jogged. On her right she saw a long break in the trees and a grassy clearing started coming into view. Jen slowed as she got closer to make sure she wasn’t going to brazenly walk into someone’s line of sight. The clearing was empty. About the size of a football field, it was an oval shaped field of well-tended grass surrounded by trees. The surrounding forestry was thin in some areas but overall slightly thick, though not as well wooded as the path Jen had been on when she met Eve and started this whole ordeal.

She was about halfway past the opening of the clearing when Jen heard a new set of voices. She froze in her steps and looked around. No one behind her, no one in the clearing that she had missed seeing. Then she spotted them, just barely. After the clearing ended and the trees started back up, the main path veered to the right. It was difficult to see through the trees and make out what was beyond but she could just make out at least two women coming down the path. No, not two, but three of them. She could tell from their chatter. As near as she could tell the women were in their early twenties, dressed in shorts and t-shirts for the warm weather. Jen frantically looked to the nearest edge of the trees.

That’s a ways away, I don’t know if I can make in there in time! But what other choice do I have… The clearing maybe? Maybe I can sprint in there, try to keep trees between us and maybe get into hiding a bit further away…