finding a place to stay.

After a run longer than your burning lungs would have chosen you finally stop to hide in an hollowed tree.

"Here, take your belt." Said Diana.

You felt a little ridiculous and strangely even more naked, putting the heavy toolbelt on your nude body.

The loss of your clothes and the few items you had crafted in the small camp further reduced your very low amount of resources. Anything that came from your ship couldn't be replaced if lost.

With her underwear being the only clothes left there was little chance to see her share them with you.

You took inventory. You both lost your boots, left in the camp as you fled and your clothes. You had two pistols (57 and 55 shots, with some creatures here it would take a lot of the small caliber slugs to get them down.), two handheld plasma cutters (91% battery power left), two hammer/axes, two knifes, two adjustable wrenches, two set of modular screwdrivers and two rolls of duct tape. (No engineer worthy of its name wouldn't have some in his toolbelt, but the rolls would quickly run out without resupply)

"We will have to set up a camp in a spot that can be fortified," you told your crewmate during one of your short rests, "if we have to flee at each encounter all our efforts will be in vain. Let's keep looking for a place we can build something, with water available nearby. " It would take been even more convincing if you hadn't been naked with a raging rock hard erection while saying it.

"Yes you're right, Captain, we have to find a good place, secure but with room enough for a fire, some water reserve and two beds." She replied.

You noticed that the shared bed of your first night was now discarded, had it been your last chance with her? Maybe you should have pushed further, told her what you felt.

It took you the best part of the day to find what you were looking for. On a small rock formation cut by a waterfall you found a space nearly enclosed by rocks.

After putting a roof over it and a door to block access it would be a good base camp.

You had no hides to make a tent this time so long leaves and ferns would have to do for the roof. Diana found some huge patches of thick moss that she cut in mattresses and put on opposite sides of the room with the fireplace in the center.

You didn't find any of the gourds you used to store water at the other camp so you had to use some sort of bamboos cut in sections and filled with water. They were unstable and always fell spilling water everywhere.

Worse you couldn't take the risk to go out at night so a large cut section would have to be used as a toilet, it wasn’t very big and it was hard aiming in it with your dick standing at attention. After watching you struggle with it with glee, Diana insisted that you turned around with your hands on your eyes as she used it before handing it back to you as it was store in your half of the room.

Dinner was some fruits that you hoped were not toxic but tasted awful.

All day long you were around Diana, exposed naked as she was in her white boxers and t-shirt, your erection was now a permanent fixture of your body. You didn't get a second alone to deal with it and you didn't dare ask for time to masturbate in a life or **** situation.

Diana said 'good night' to you and went to bed, after a few second you saw her put her clothes to dry on the screen made of branches and leaves that she built around her bed for privacy. As you tried to make one for yours there were always very urgent tasks that didn't leave you any time.

She was, as she told you, always sleeping naked but now she wanted some privacy to sleep, away from you.

It was maddening. She was there naked on the other side of the room behind a flimsy screen. The place you stored the toilet meant that at anytime she could come towards you and see you. It would make getting your dick down discreetly a very difficult endeavour.

You could turn your back and do it quickly, or maybe wait for her to be asleep and go have a look at her or more, maybe even use the clothes she hung, covered in her sweat and intimate juices as stimulation.

Thinking of her clothes, maybe they could have a little accident too, she would be mad but she would be naked.