A cute, nude boy

Molly closed her eyes and toppled over onto whatever she just hit, falling towards the ground. Once she recovered from her initial shock, she noticed the object was very warm. And smooth. Almost like skin. She opened her eyes to see what was there.

A naked boy about her age stared up at her in surprise. His red hair was slicked behind his head, giving Molly a full view of his face. His body reacted almost instantly to her as Molly could feel his naked manhood beginning to press against her thigh. Molly was too shocked to move. The two stared at each other, breathing down the nape of each other's necks for what seemed like ages.

Finally, the boy chose to speak. "Um...hi."

"H-Hi!" Molly said, utterly mortified.

The boy glanced down at Molly's naked body. "Is..um...is everything okay?"

Molly shook her head. "No. No, today's been...pretty far from okay."

Molly somehow found her strength and pushed herself off the boy. He slowly sat up and rubbed his back. He did his best to look at her eyes, but he didn't escape Molly's attention that he kept looking down at her breasts and womanhood. "Sooo...what happened to you?"

Molly looked away in embarrassment and told him the whole story. Her lame trip to the city, the tour bus, the loss of her clothes, and running smack into him at the clothing store. She dared to look back at him and saw a degree of sympathy in his eyes. "Well, didn't your parents try to help?"

"Like they would care if they noticed," Molly scoffed. "It's all about my bratty brother. They never notice anything I do unless I'm getting in trouble or annoying their little darling. If they saw me, they'd just yell at me for being indecent in public."

"Yeesh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks." Molly looked past the boy and noticed he had a pile of clothes on the side next to a backpack. "Um, if it's not too much trouble, could I...borrow some clothes?"

The boy looked at his stash of clothing and nervously scratched his head. "Oh. Um, I...didn't pay for those yet. And I didn't bring my wallet. I was just checking this stuff out for fun."

Molly groaned in defeat and buried her head in her hands. The boy spoke up again. "But I'm sure you can wear these out of the store."

"Are you crazy?!" Molly asked. "It's bad enough I'm streaking! I don't want to be a shoplifter too!"

"Don't worry, I do this all the time," the boy said. "My friends and I like to play little pranks like this downtown every day. They'll never notice you!"

Molly sat back and thought for a second. She so badly wanted to get dressed again. And, if she was honest, this boy was pretty easy on the eyes. Maybe he could help her find her way to the hotel were she was staying.