More difficult than yesterday

As you all head out, Nell hands you a pack of nuts to snack on for breakfast. You accept it happily and devour it quickly as you make your way. You've started very early in the morning, but the four of you are fully rested and making good time. Perhaps Nell's caution in retiring early yesterday is paying off!

Some time mid-morning, Jon points off the main road and leads the group onto a side path winding its way deep into the forest. The path is narrow, with the underbrush often encroaching in your way. You are now **** to go single-file, with Jon taking the lead with Adi close behind and Nell taking up the rear behind you. The group's pace is much slower now, not only to avoid getting scratched up but also to make sure you're still on it right path. You're thankful of the slower pace as getting your outfit caught on one stray branch could mean ending up fully exposed.

As you all make your way under a large tree branch blocking your path, you are also glad that Adi is walking ahead of you. His comments and staring have been incredibly embarrassing throughout your trip, and the last thing you'd want right now was for him to be commenting on how your robust ass looks when you're bending over to crawl through the brush, especially since the string between your legs doesn't properly cover your virgin slit or rear. If Nell is lusting after your immodesty, he doesn't show it.

You continue on a slow but steady pace for the rest of the morning. The forest continues as thick as ever, and the path you are on has sent you up the side of a ravine. You are thankful that the trees are still thick overhead, as the forest floor stays cool in the heat of the day.

As you make your way across a narrow area along a cliff, you miss your footing as part of the path gives way. Your arms instinctively reach out for something to catch your fall but you only grab hold of loose branches that snap under your weight. You can do nothing but brace yourself as you slide in between and underneath the bushes all the way down. At some point in your decent, a stray branch catches the strings of your bikini top, pulling on the fabric with such **** that the strings break and your tits are instantly exposed to the world.

Eventually you slow down and come to a stop at the edge of a small stream. You first look above you, trying to get a good view of where you had fallen from and maybe flag down your comrades to tell them that you seemed to be just fine. However, the thick brush blocks your view. You hear Nell yell something down to you, but you cannot make it out. You yell back as loud as you can that you're fine and that they should come looking for you, but you have no way of knowing if they heard you.