She will wait for spare clothes

Hannah did not want to run and risk further exposure again. There were too many people around who could spot her, and once somebody saw her they would shout and everyone would look and... No. She did not dare to leave this hiding spot.

"Jenna, please be quick, okay?" She whispered.

Jenna again touched her shoulder in a reassuring gesture.

"I'll be quick." She confirmed.

Yet as Jenna walked off, Hannah couldn't help but worry as she saw the drunken sway in her step. She could only hope she wouldn't forget or fall asleep or something of the sort.

Hanah retreated a little further behind the slide. The metal still held some residual heat from the hot day. It was a nice warmth to feel against her dew-kissed body. Yet she could hardly relax. There seemed to be more people around by the minute, and the party showed no signs of slowing down. Hannah's hands drifted across her tensed-up body. Her skin was sensitive, every little hair standing up. There was a wetness between her thighs, and her nipples grew harder with every gentle gust of the breeze or fluttering thought of shame and arousal that crossed her mind.

Her breath hitched when she saw a small group of people break off and head right towards her. She quickly ducked behind a short wooden wall between the posts of the slide, praying they wouldn't spot her. She felt their footsteps on the rubber mat, and heard their voices as they laughed and slowly got closer. Then there was a loud thud as someone laid down on the slide. Hannah felt her heart race. They were talking about something they didn't want everyone to hear. Hannah couldn't even focus on what they said.

After a short while, the person suddenly got up from the slide. They hopped off the side, landing right in front of Hannah but facing the other direction. Hannah tried to quietly crawl further back, but a second person caught a glimpse of her bare feet before she had fully slipped round the corner.

"Huh, who's that back there?" He asked.

"What are you-" One began to ask before the first stepped around to investigate.

Hannah was on hands and knees, her naked body folded close to the ground. The guy that turned the corner almost tripped over her. Hannah buried her face in her clasped arms on the ground. It must have been a strange and pathetic sight.

Does she try to salvage the situation or has the time come to bolt?