Just some essentials.

In an effort to settle her nerves and mind, Tiffany breathed long and deep. Her hands wouldn't stop shaking, and weather it was from fear or arousal, she couldn't tell. Still, Tiffany tried every breathing exercise she knew, every one she'd ever been taught in her dance classes, and eventually, they seemed to work. While her arms and legs still felt light with adrenaline coursing through them, at lease she wasn't virtually vibrating anymore.

After another moment, Tiffany set about to explore the cabin. It was a log home, and terribly small. There were only two rooms the main room contained a pantry stocked with rations and bottled water, which Tiffany used to stock up her half empty backpack. A cot sat in a corner without sheets or blankets, just a pillow and nightstand beside it. A sink basin and counter ran along one wall, for what looked like washing. Finally, there was a shoe rack with ten pairs of hiking boots near the door.

"Oh thank god!" Tiffany exclaimed and quickly grabbed a random pair. She found they were too small and put them back, but luckily there was a pair in exactly her size.

The other room was a tiny bathroom with a toilet, sink, and shelf with rolls of toilet paper and about a dozen boxes of condoms. Tiffany paused for a moment; she knew she really should take one. As far as she knew they were the only form of contraceptive found on the island and, from what she remembered, if she had some on her and she was caught the rules stated that she could make the guys wear them. Moreover, judging by her last period, this week was most certainly not a good time of month for her to be having unprotected sex. In fact, it was probably the worst time for her to be doing so. There really was no good or justifiable reason why she shouldn't take one.

'I shouldn't need them.' She thought arrogantly, and walked away without taking one.

Tiffany walked over to the sink in the main room, turned on the tap, and happily found running water. Under the counter next to it she found a bunch of hand towels. Nothing large enough to cover herself with, but useful for a hand bath at least. She grabbed one and soaked it in the filling basin before running it over her naked body. Her nerves felt electric, and every touch across her skin sent jolts of pleasure through her. It seemed like for the past few hours all of her senses had been heightened, and every sensation caused some degree of pleasure. Even the pricks upon the soles of her feet had been somewhat energizing.

'I don't get it,' she thought as she ran the damp cloth across her hard nipple and shuddered in excitement, 'is there something in the air?'

Tiffany continued to clean the sweat and dirt off of her body. She spent more time than she would have normally cleaning her breasts, and she almost caressed her flat stomach; but when the cloth brushed against her pussy lips Tiffany gasped. It was like lightning struck her, and her knees almost buckled. She grabbed the counter for support and breathed heavily for a moment. She paused, wanting to do it again.

So she did.

"Aaaaahhhhhhh...." She moaned as her fingers danced around her nether lips. Her breathing became short and shallow as her other hand reached up to gently massage one of her huge tits. "Gaaaahhhh!" she sighed and dropped the towel into the sink basin before her fingers dashed to find her button.

Tiffany stumbled and fell back onto the bed where she splayed her legs and frantically began caressing her breasts while feverishly rubbing her clit. Her eyes then spotted the camera up in the corner of the room; with the knowledge that, perhaps millions, of people were watching her, she enthusiastically worked her fingers faster. She shifted her position, and intentionally spread her pussy lips and smiled as she heard the tell-tale shift of the lens focusing. Tiffany was panting, in her mind she pictured all of the men out there watching her, stroking their hard cocks for her, wanting her, needing her, cumming for her and that sent her off. A moment later Tiffany was screaming in orgasm.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!"

Tiffany, spent, laid there for a long time, her breasts heaving from her deep breaths. 'Fuck I've never cum that hard before.' She thought.

After some time she regarded the camera again, smiled, then blew a kiss for her, she hoped, appreciative audience. A minute later she rose to her still shaky feet, grabbed the towel, and finished her bath. She rinsed and hung the cloth on a towel rack just above the sink and collapsed back on the bed. While she waited to dry, Tiffany closed her eyes and promptly went to sleep.