You take some revealing decisions

You want to feel more of that pleasure between your legs, but you know that this is a public place and that you could probably be caught at any moment. So you kneel down again and try to calm your arousal by soaking your washcloth in water and placing it folded over your swollen, reddened, and extremely hot pussy and clit. Unlike before, the contact with the cold water makes you feel a sense of relief, which turns out to be an anticlimax.

Then you open the empty water bottle and throw the stinger and the bee in there, in case you are in emergency need of medical attention. The thought makes you feel your nipples harden, and then you remember how they have been neglected while the focus was all on your pussy. You look down and see them clearly visible against the white top, as if they were struggling to tear through the fabric and show themselves in the light of day as your bottom has already done.

Before fulfilling their wish, you look to the sides and pay attention to the sounds to make sure you are really alone. Without noticing anything different, you raise your top to shoulder height, which causes your breasts to bounce gracefully because of gravity. You start massaging them from below, and then continuously run your palms over your now fully erect nipples. Soon you begin to finger them, which causes your pussy to give off a wave of heat so intense that it takes you by surprise and makes you stop your movements breathlessly.

You were afraid that you were going to lose that delicious feeling of pleasure, but now that it has revealed itself to be only sleeping, you know that you want to keep it as long as you can. You then take the washcloth off your pussy and find that a thin, continuous trickle of your sweet juices is pouring from it, making you feel like the luckiest woman in the world to continue to maintain the same level of hard-on without getting tired of the thrill.

You stand up, with your pants still around your knees, and place your hands on your hips, watching for a while as the string of viscous liquid continues to drain from your pleasure source. Without any sign that the enjoyment will cease, you sit your bare ass on the floor and use the scissor function of your multitool knife to cut the fabric of your legging pants in the area where your pussy would be painfully pressed. When finished, you stand up, slap your hands against your buttocks with more enthusiasm than is necessary to clear the dirt, put on your pants, and watch the result, instantly feeling the flow of your juices increase with the thought you externalize to yourself:

"Are you crazy? Anyone on this trail, in the parking lot, or even a neighbor of yours will be able to see your huge red exposed pussy. Is that really what you want, that any stranger or acquaintance to see the most intimate part of your body? And with this aspect?

Your reason issues a shrill thought that it would be extremely shameful if this happened, but then you are surprised by your hands that, by their own will, grab the white top and cut it into small pieces with the scissors, until there is no more fabric covering your upper body.

"Done! Now there are two more great attractions to disperse the focus of the watchers…"

With your arousal growing more and more, you throw away the rest of the water from the second bottle and put all the cut pieces of cloth into it. Then you throw the two bottles, the multitool knife and the towel into your backpack, put it on your back, and think about your options: should you go home or continue your hike through the forest?