You make her an offer.

"What are you going to do? Good question," you answer. "I could easily just walk off and leave you here, but I've had a pretty tiring day and could use a short rest right about now. Still, I get bored easily." You sit down next to her. "I'll tell you what, I'm going to be nice and make you an offer. IF you provide me with a nice show while I'm resting here, then I MIGHT leave you this doggy sweater and your bra. The panties, I keep as a trophy."

"'Show?' What, what do you mean, 'show?'"

"What else? Masturbate for me."

"What!? I can't... I can't do that!"

You stand up. "Come on, it's easy." Wetting a finger, you pull up the front of your new skirt and slip it into your panties, pushing the tip into your kitty. "Deal?"

She looks away, avoiding your gaze.

You sigh. "Fine. Goodbye."

"Wait! Okay."

You sit down and watch as she rubs her breasts and start exploring her little kitty. She seems so unsure of yourself that you wonder if she's ever masturbated before. Giving her a steady stream of compliments and encouragement, you get her to slip two fingers into her kitty and frig herself rapidly. Finally, she gives out a long, gasping moan and relaxes against the tree.

"Lick your fingers clean," you instruct her.

Forlornly, she licks the kitty juice off her fingers and looks at you nervously.

"Well, that WAS indeed a nice show," you admit. "Gotta run now that I have my energy back."

"Wait! You said-"

"That's right, I said I MIGHT leave you the bra and sweater." You dig through her purse and take out a quarter, "Call it in the air. You win, you get my castoffs. You lose, I leave."

You toss the coin and she calls out, "Tails!"