She finds a stream

Liz didn't know how long she walked for, with only a few leaves for cover. Every now and again she needed to stop and kneel down to repair, sometimes replace the garments, though at least she was getting better and making the knots hold.

She blushed whenever she worked on them. The reminder of her nudity was always on her mind.

Still, at least she could focus on using her hands to push her way through, even if her bra-bib kept slipping to the side.

And then she stumbled on what looked like a hut. It was clearly old, but by the look of it she'd found what the chopped tree had been used to build. For that matter she'd passed a couple of other tree trunks.

It seemed like only random trees had been used.

All together, they made... Honestly it wasn't much. Two layers of rough planks made an improvised floor so that she didn't have to step on dirt. Upside down Vs braced walls, and supported a roof that didn't quite reach her head as it was. It was maybe the size of a single bed.

Then again, that was likely what it was. Liz had to admit, even a slightly raised platform was better than curling up on the forest floor.

There was a door of sorts too; well, it was more a lid, shutting the open face of the box for more protection from the elements and, Liz reflected, modesty. At least she wouldn't need to worry about being seen in that.

Though the lid was ruined, most likely by age. If nothing else it confirmed her theory that whoever had once been here was long gone. Still she made a mental note of the location.

If someone had decided to make a shelter here, then that had to mean...

Sure enough, Liz soon stumbled upon a river. It was a wide one too, not overwhelmingly fast but definitely running, and crystal clear. It didn't seem like anything lived in it.

Then again this did seem to be an alien world. Uncertain, she touched the surface of the water with a leaf. In lieu of any obvious chemical reaction, she poked it with her finger.

And then she took the plunge. With another, nervous glance around, Liz removed her improvised garments and weighed them down under a memorably shaped rock.

Then, standing, she tottered to the bank of the river and stepped in; she closed her eyes, basking, as she reached the deeper section and lay forwards, feeling the running water wash the grime and dirt from her.

She reached under the water, rubbing herself too to make sure any marks from climbing trees faded. God, she'd been a mess. Content in the knowledge she wasn't being watched, Liz drifted, letting herself relax for the first few seconds since coming here.

A while later, Liz swam back to shore, beaming. She pulled herself out, scanning the ground-

And gave a sudden squeal, immediately crossing one arm over her tits, and a dripping wet hand to cover her pussy; the rock had been moved. Her clothes had been taken!

Ok, they weren't much, but they were something, they were betting than roaming around naked!

And if they'd been taken, that meant she was wrong. She wasn't alone, and chances are someone had been spying on her. They'd seen her-

Liz flushed, nervously looking around.