Stay and rest.

You sigh, relaxing your body, allowing the itching to gradually fade. Then suddenly, you hear a noise. Behind you is somebody's yard with a tall stone fence, nearly as tall as yourself. The yard is separated by a twice as tall hedge, and you can hear sounds coming from the other side of it. From what you can tell, someone just exited from that neighbouring house and is coming this way! You look around frantically, and you can see only a single way to hide. You'd need to jump the fence!

You quickly climb up and over the stone fence, maneuvering awkwardly given your wardrobe. You practically fall over, which wouldn't be so bad if your shirt hadn't caught on a loose branch protruding from he hedges. You hear a rip, and your shirt tears completely off, leaving you on your side behind the stone in only your black bra and intrusive panties. Well, also your shoes and socks, but you don't pay much mind to that.

You're hidden, but now you're almost completely naked. You can hear the steps of somebody passing nearby, and your heart races. You pray he doesn't look behind the fence, seeing this aroused nude woman. The stepping slows, and then stops. Your heart drops.

For a moment that feels like forever, there's only silence. But then you look up to see a hand tear your already ripped shift from the bushes before disappearing. You hear what sounds like a, "Huh", coming from the other side before the steps return, gradually disappearing.

He took your shirt, and he didn't even know it!

Now you're not only left with little clothing, but your shirt isn't even salvageable.

You carefully peak over the fence, your legs trembling. You can't stay in this lawn forever, unless the owner peeks out his window, so you climb back over after checking to see if the coast is clear.

You place one hand over your bra, and another in front of your tightening panties as you decide what to do next.

Step by step, you maneuver to the end of the block to peek around the corner. Your eyes widen as you see somebody, though they cross the street and disappear down an alley. Still, the moment reminds you of your panic. How could you get home without being seen at all? You moan in frustration with each step forwards. Your face is flushed red, and your labia is tormented.

You turn the corner to move, but you feel a snag. You twist your head to see your bra completely stuck around the high wooden fence you started to walk past. You try to pull it free, but it doesn't come easily! Somehow, it's wedged into the wood much too tightly. You're going to have to either remove the garment, or try to rip it free.

Before you can even consider an answer, you hear footsteps coming from directly around the corner you just took.