Lo and behold, her prediction was correct. With a little assistance with her phone's built-in flashlight, Perci located a bench along the hiking trail approximately fifty paces in. Turning off her light and tossing her hat and phone to her side, she draped herself over the wooden furniture, arms along the top of the backrest and legs spread open.
Walking across campus had made the poodle adept at walking the decently large distance usually required for a forest hike, but with her sudden panic just seconds ago, sitting back and taking a moment to catch her bearings was probably the best option for now, especially considering what she was planning on doing. She looked back the way she came. It only took a short walk, but the foliage of the path had nonetheless caused the lights and sounds of the main road to become translucent and quiet. They might as well have been fireflies and cicadas among the wilderness with how far away they felt. The canine smiled at the thought.
She brought her hands to her waist, slowly slipping them under the hem of her top and running them up along the fur of her chest. Goosebumps formed along her body as her fingers climbed higher and higher until reaching her bosom. Perci’s hands cupped each breast, massaging them without hurry, allowing herself to feel as much of herself as she could. Her nipples poked her palms as they hardened, prompting her to play with them.
"Haa! Aah…" Perci mewled as she pinched down on both of them.
Almost immediately, her arousal elevated drastically from the masochistic act. Another minute or so of that would've led to her ruining the perfectly good pair of panties she'd put on this morning. Still, would that necessarily be a bad thing? Everything the poodle was wearing could easily be thrown into the washing machine back at the dorm. And of course, she'd be able to enjoy a nice warm shower while her clothes were getting clean. Then again, she didn't need dirty clothes as an excuse to enjoy such pleasantries, and she would only be running said panties under the assumption she was still wearing them when she peaked.
Perci looked to her left, and after a moment, to her right as well. Both times, she kept absolutely still, her ears keenly listening for anything besides the ambience of the wind in the trees and the chirping of insects. There was nothing. She was truly alone, meaning the actions lingering in her head would be beyond consequences if she were to act them out.
Discarding any and all hesitation, the woman gripped the bottom of her shirt and tugged the piece of clothing upwards, uncovering more and more of her upper half, ending with her popping her head and arms through the holes of the garment and dropping it next to her hat on the bench.
"Haha," she laughed nervously, "I'm really doing this."
It took Perci several moments to adjust to being naked from the waist up, especially as the cool air around her accentuated it. The sensation causing the pink bumps on her chest to continue standing at attention, urging the poodle to play with them again.
As her fingers danced along her areolas once again, she leaned against the backrest of the bench. Even with her coat keeping her warm, Perci couldn't help but shiver as the cold, solid wooden mass was pressed against her back. Even so, she did not flinch. If anything the broad, ice-like touch against her made want to push harder against it and bring herself closer to subspace. It brought back memories of a lover who ran ice along her naked body in their play sessions, while also reminding her of how exposed she was in the moment. However, with the clothes-free freedom of her upper half came the introspection of how restricted her hips and legs felt in her jeans.
With another look left and right, she set her plan in motion, unbuttoning and unzipping the front of her pants. Arching herself against the backrest and raising her hips, she thumbed her jeans and panties and tugged them as far down as she could. Her pants neatly at her knees, she relaxed her body to sit her bare butt down on the bench again. She giggled as the chill of her seat teased her buttocks. Bending down, Perci pulled the rest of the clothing off her legs, adding the leg wear to the small pile of clothes on her side.
And there she was, surrounded by nature and wearing nothing but the black coat of fur on her body, like the forest nymphs of mythos from millennia ago. She ran her hands all over her body, feeling only the coal-colored curls of her coat, not a stitch or seam of denim or cotton or nylon or lace. Her hips and waistline unbound by cloth, she sat upon her wooden throne as the queen of her domain. Whatever laws of indecency laid outside the realm of this woodland were no longer her laws to follow. Instead, all that mattered in that moment was self-love and the celebration of her body.
Eagerly, she stood up and stretched her arms above her head, letting the breeze caress her nude form. Once the wind's praise died down, the canine loosened her pose. Turning back to the bench, she fished through her textile belongings to retrieve her phone. With her electronic device in hand turned to face deeper into the woods. Not bothering to look back at the clothes she discarded, she trekked onward. However, before she got too far down the path, Perci opened the camera application in her smartphone and brought the camera high, to observe her body in as much detail as the device would allow.
"The guys are going to love these pics," she correctly surmised.
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