Go back to the village

You decide the best thing to do at this point is to go back to town and resupply.

The idea fills you with shame, but you really can't go on in your current state of (un)dress. With a heavy sigh, you cover your privates as best you can and start walking.

Your face is red and feels hot from the shame and embarrassment of the situation, at least at first. As you continue onward in this most natural state, your thoughts begin to shift, and the whole thing actually starts to feel pretty nice.

The sun is on your back, the air is flowing over every inch of your body, and the feel of the grass and dirt under your feet (at least when you aren't stepping on a pebble or a prickly weed) is not that bad. All in all, it's actually kind of liberating.

Your mind begins to wander and you drop your arms to your side, exposing everything to the world and enjoying this feeling of complete freedom.

As you walk along, you start to feel the first tingles of arousal creeping over you, both at the thought of doing something so naughty outside, and at the feeling of your member out and bouncing completely unrestrained.

You try to cover up your tool, trying unsuccessfully to suppress your dirty thoughts and focus your mind elsewhere.

You stop to take a breath and try to compose yourself, although it comes out more like a whimper.

"I need to get ahold of myself!" you say out loud, as you subconsciously squeeze and fondle your now rock-hard rod.

You look around and see nothing but the winding road and a few trees.