Druuna slept well that night and made good headway on her trip the next day. The travel that day was happily uneventful and Druuna enjoyed the peaceful walk through the forest.
Eventually she was **** to make camp as the night grew dark, so Druuna had a nice; if flavorless, dinner and then went to get washed up a bit before bed. Her campsite was a bit of a ways away from the cool stream she had found, so Druuna made sure to hide her supplies well before stripping off her hoses, shirt and shorts and walking down to the water. As she walked through the forest in just her shoes, thong and bra, Druuna couldn’t help but shiver a little. The night wasn’t very cold, but she had the oddest sense of being watched.
After a few minutes Druuna came to the bank of the lazily flowing stream. She quickly untied her shoes and unclasped her bra, letting her breasts spring free from her too small brassiere. Druuna decided she’d have to grab a better fitting bra from the ones she had gotten from the mall before she went to bed that night.
After sliding her thong down and off her legs, Druuna stepped into the stream and began cleaning up. The stream, unusually warm for a forest stream, soon made Druuna drowsy. despite the ever-present feeling of being watched. Slowly she fell asleep as she sat against a small outcrop of mossy rocks.
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