Stay with the tribe, and stay naked

Damn it, she was going to have to stay wasn't she?

As they came upon the river, she looked longingly up its length. Somewhere up there she actually had clothes; down here she had nothing but a huge mass of people that saw nothing wrong with being perpetually naked.

She still had her shoes at least. They'd gotten a few awkward looks, but right now she wouldn't take them off for anything.

The tribe went up to the riverbank, kneeling to drink from it. Squirming, embarrassed, in the disorderly queue for a turn, Clara desperately tried to keep her arms over her tits and her pussy.

Not that it did her much good. She had to follow the same pose as everyone else to drink from the running water, getting onto her knees and using her hands to hold position so that her boobs dipped into the water and her ass was pushed high into the leering gazes of the cavepeople behind her.

She drank quickly, almost frantically, and the instant her thirst was quenched she squeaked and straightened, stumbling back to her feet and covering herself, and running after those who'd just finished.

Well that had been humiliating.

She followed the dispersing crowd back to camp, and filled her time as she had before; awkwardly sitting off to the side, sitting down to hide her ass and facing away, flushed a bright red.

Not that those people hadn't just seen almost everything anyway. Oh god.

As they sky began to darken, one of the cavewomen approached the nude Clara. She yelped at the tap on her back.

"Uh, hi?" Clara said.

"You," the woman said. "Stay?"

"Um, yeah I guess, I'll stay," Clara said, biting her lip. Please don't let this be another huge mistake.

The woman regarded her for a second, then beamed and, without warning, leapt forwards to hug her. Clara squealed, then yelped again as the woman grabbed the arm covering her tits to tug on it, pulling it out and dragging Clara along with her.

Oh god, oh god-

She didn't know whether it was more humiliating for the tribe to get a prolonged glimpse of her tits, or for them to be able to see her pussy; she just already had a hand over the latter and told herself that at least it was better they didn't get to see both.

It really wasn't that much of a comfort. The blushing Clara was dragged to one of the two larger tents and, the moment her hand was released, she squealed and covered her chest again. Still, she squirmed awkwardly on the spot; there was no way to hide her ass now that she was not on the outside of the camp, and standing.

"Wh-what-" Clara said, stammering slightly.

"Sleep!" the woman said.

She moved to take Clara's wrist again; Clara shrunk back, flushing deeper.

"I-I can handle it," she said.

The woman went in first; Clara followed, ducking under the primitive flap-entrance, to see a large open space below all the animal hide. It was a little stuffy, but it was shelter, she'd give it that. It had been a while since she'd had real shelter.

Oh, and it was full of naked women. Apparently this was the women's sleep-tent, so... well, it could be worse, Clara supposed, though that wasn't much of a comfort.

To go along with their lack of modesty, the cavewomen were huddled together, front-to-back in long lines. No doubt it helped provide warmth, it just meant-

Oh god. But it was far too late an hour to back and, find the river again and trek up it. She was mortified, not suicidal; she did not want to go through the forest in the pitch-black night.

Squeaking, Clara followed their example, not sure her face could get any redder. She lay at the back of one of the women, keeping her own arms to herself and crossed over her chest. Seconds later, the woman who'd guided her in lay behind Clara, and lay awfully close, one of her own arms draping over Clara.

She took Clara's arm, dropping it down over the woman in front; Clara whimpered. Damn it, of course, that must be viewed as some kind of necessity. It was for warmth, it wasn't fair for one person to not contribute.

And then it turn the cavewoman's arm draped over Clara's chest, casually resting against her boobs. Clara couldn't help the squeak that escaped her lips.

Ok. Just get through the night, she just had to get through the night...

Though she was flushed a bright red, with naked bodies pressed either side of her own just as that extra reminder of how exposed she was, and a stranger's hand on her tits, and-

Oh god, there was really nothing that could make that better was there?

Well, she was warm, she had a comfier surface to lay on, and she'd had a good meal. That was something.

Even if she was still naked and, now, surrounded by people.

Clara closed her eyes, not even able to forget that fact in dreams from how those either side of her felt, pressed against her.

Somehow, though, she did manage a decent sleep.

Only for it to be ruined by the sound of shouting outside the tent. Clara jerked up, far more blearily than the other cave women; they were already standing. It took her a second to remember to squeal and cover her chest.

"Wh-what..."