She finds a place to dry off

Vivia staggered, panting, along the woodland path. Her thoughts were erotic—erratic! Something the plant's secretions did to her... One need was clear enough to grasp, however, and so she decided to cling to it: dry off. The sap coating her was semi-slimy and certainly sticky, but she could already feel it evaporating in the mid-day air. The woods were heavily shaded, though, and she sought a clearing where the sun would help dry her off faster.

Not far down the trail, she saw a bright break through the trees, just beyond the brush. Pushing her way through, she found a spot with a pile of boulders lain beneath the open sky, mounds of dark stone spread out on the forest floor.

Vivia stumbled up to the lowest of them, finding its surface warm to the touch. If she spent some time lying atop it, the sunlight might dry her off. Heaving a heavy sigh, she stifled the ebullient prurience her sensitive spots insisted on indulging, and crawled up the rock.

It wasn't a flat boulder, the stone curved to a wavy peak in the middle, and rolling down the steep side in irregular lumps, but she could drape herself over the rounded ridge comfortably enough. So she threw an arm over one side, enough room on top to lay her torso, while her legs fell to either side of the sloping surface. In the lithic lap she felt the warmth chase away the pheromone fervor, if only for a moment. As the sun bore down upon her back, its heat began to mingle with that of the sap—yes, drying it, but also there was a sensation of energy across her sticky skin that made it feel all the more tingly.

Vivia squirmed against her chafing clothes, the rock beneath her rubbing her nipples in just the right—wrong! ...way. She wanted to strip... but maybe she should get out of the sun. Maybe it wasn't helping...