You tried to rationalize the day so far, taking steps further into the jungle. The air was wet and humid, the mixture of heat and moisture coating your skin in thin layer of sweat. You'd grown quite used to the sensation of your bare feet against the moist soils of the jungle, far quicker than you'd expected since you'd always hated the feeling of wet feet against sand whenever you went to the beach. Your own nakedness was something that continued to itch at your mind, but there were brief moments where your nakedness slipped your mind with only a stray hand brushing against your hairier thighs reminding you of it.
But did it bother you? You wanted to say yes, but you weren't sure. That was until, quite suddenly, your mind focused on it. You thoughts suddenly shifted from thoughts of looking for a way home to the sudden freedom of this isolation and your free and exposed flesh out in the open. Staring down at your body, running your hands up your hairier forearms, then trailing your hand down your thigh you stopped. Somehow, without your notice, you had sprung an erection throbbing with need. As your conscious focused on this, a burring desire came to your full attention. You briefly recalled how last time you gave into your desire your body changed and grew a little more body hair, but then a twist of pleasures inside your loins snapped took your full attention.
Your hand latched onto your dick and began to thrust and pump at it once more, leaving your breathless with how it felt. You leaned forward, your knees staggering and you gave in. You felt warm, burring and like melting butter and you ran your grip from shaft to tip over and over. You swung your head back letting out guttural moans and murmurs in such pleasures you collapsed onto all fours. You continued at it, gritting your teeth and griping your dick deep and hard with it now lubricated with spunk and sweat. You were heaving for air now, struggling to breath though the inferno of sensations. You then rolled onto your back, your waist and loins heaving up and down into your hands. The smells of the jungle, your seed and flesh covered your senses, your flesh feeling soft and malleable.
Then it came, rising up and up and...
You cried out, coating your chest with your seed in half a dozen ropes of spunk. Your body then felt limp, your hands moving to dig themselves into the soil trying to ground yourself in the haze of your aftermath...
"What was that!?" You managed, after you caught your breath.