Robyn to the rescue.

Seeing her surf buddy disappear in a cloud of dust ahead of her, Robyn shrieked "Emma!" and ran as fast as her well-honed legs would take her, traversing the meters of rugged terrain between them in seconds.

Robyn ground her trim, athletic body into the earth below her as she lay flat on the ground and worked her way over to the precipice's edge. Dust caked on the blonde's dark green camp shirt and little khaki walking shorts as her girly hiking boots dug into the sparse grass and gravel, propelling her slowly forward.

As Robyn's sky blue eyes peeked over the grassy knob, she was glad to make eye contact with her best friend. She said a quick prayer, happy to find her alive.

Unfortunately, Emma's circumstances were not good. The buxom brunette had one arm firmly around the exposed root of a nearby tree. Her other hand was still flailing wildly for a handhold, any handhold. Dirt and stone broke loose and tumbled down the two hundred meters to the ground below as Emma's searching hand and sneakered feet tried to find purchase.

"I've really mucked things up this time, haven't I, Robs?" Emma managed to ask her friend, red-brown clay from above dusting her face and tight white cotton tank top.

"Oh, shush!" Robyn hushed. "Give me your free hand," the blonde ordered, reaching her long muscled arm over the edge and straight down.

Emma struggled to get her arm straight above her, but finally did so. The long painted fingertips of the brunette danced over her friend's shorter fingertips, but neither could manage to grasp the other's hand.

Robyn picked up the walking stick she had laid down beside her. She grasped it tightly at one end and lowered the other end of the stick to Emma. Feeling Emma grab it, Robyn started to pull up and back on the branch.

Robyn could feel Emma slowly rise up. Then the sun-bleached blonde's heart jumped when the branch snapped.

"Ems!" Robyn squeaked, pushing forward again in hope that her friend was still there. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Emma was still grasping the tree root.

Both friends’ eyes squinted shut simultaneously when the root holding Emma pulled loose from the cliff face nearly a half-meter.

Both sets of eyes popped open together as well, each glad to still see the other. Emma looked up at her friend seriously, now further out of reach.

"I'm afraid I can't hold much longer, Robs!" Emma gasped, her breathing heavy. Her eyes locked with her soul mate. "You know I love you."

"Stop talking rubbish, Emma," the lithe blonde said, **** back tears. "You're not going anywhere!"

Robyn pushed back a little from the cliff edge and rose to her knees. She rapidly untucked her forest green button-down shirt with the many pockets and cute little shoulder epaulets and ripped it open, some of the buttons flying in the air. She quickly yanked if off her shoulders and pulled it off her arms. She didn't care that she hadn't bothered with a bikini top today. The determined surfer girl held the shirt wide by its tails and spun it into a braided sort of rope.

"You're not leaving me here by myself, you big-titted cow!" Robyn barked amidst tears, upset at the idea of her friend giving up so easily. She lowered the rope of shirt to her friend.

"Grab it and try to climb up!" Robyn yelled as she tried to brace herself against a nearby rock.

"O-okay," answered Emma as she gently pulled on the shirt, using her feet to climb the dirt cliff face. She didn't want to pull Robs over with her.

The buff blonde was having a hard time pulling Emma up. Her hiking boots were giving way in the soft ground beneath her, taking her steadily closer to the edge as well.

Robyn felt a powerful set of hands close around her washboard abdominal muscles and pull her back from oblivion. As Emma's head came into view, Robyn saw another pair of strong male arms grab the twisted shirt and help pull Emma up and over the edge.

The four young people ended up in a heap as their exertions sent them flying backwards. Emma and Robyn immediately took each other in their arms and hugged tightly, like they'd never let each other go.

"Ahem." Both beauties turned in the direction of the sound.

The surfer girls recognized the two good-looking hikers. They eyed them up and down, not believing their luck. One of their saviors was a brush-cut blonde with a ruddy complexion from a lot of time in the sun. The other was dark-haired and even more muscular. The two were very tan. They both wore outfits similar to what Robyn used to have on.

The blonde one in tan cargo shorts and safari shirt said, "We were watching from above and saw your predicament. We're glad we got here in time."

Robyn noticed the binoculars around his neck. She wondered how intently they had been watching.

The dark, beefier guy had his brown safari shirt in his belt. Both girls watched as he peeled his strap-sleeved shirt off, revealing a massive chest.

"Here you go, love," he said to Robyn as he handed the shirt to her. Not that we mind the view!"

Robyn just realized that she had been standing there topless all this while. Blushing, she pulled the tank shirt over her smaller frame. The big shirt still offered quite a view through the big neck and armholes.

Finally regaining her breath, Robyn told them, "You know this is all your fault anyhow!"

The men looked at her quizzically. The dark guy inquired, "really? You'll have to tell us why over a drink at our camp."