Maya grabbed my hand with one wet, trembling hand (the other still pressing the skirt down against her crotch) and let me pull her to her feet. Water streamed heavily down her body.
The thin leaf bra was now completely soaked and translucent in places, clinging tightly to the full, heavy shape of her breasts and clearly outlining the large, dark areolas and the stiff peaks of her nipples.
The leaf skirt stuck wetly to her thighs and hips, doing a poor job of hiding the soft mound it was supposed to cover. Every small movement made the fabric shift and threaten to expose her again.
She kept one hand firmly pressing the skirt down against her dripping pussy and the other trying to hold the leaf bra in place over her massive, water-slick tits, still flushed with deep embarrassment as she stood there completely soaked in the shallow water.
