Exposure.

The sight of two pink nubs protruding from tanned flesh elicited a shriek from Mackenzie. Her face flushed redder than her hair as her hands cupped her exposed breasts. Swiveling her head to and fro, the search for her top left Mackenzie oblivious to a sudden lurch forward from members of the crowd and their growing laughter. Even the waves lapping at her feet were completely washed out by her racing mind.

"Where is it?" she mumbled. "It couldn't have gone far! Where's my bikini to..."

Instead of her top, Mackenzie locked eyes with herself. The encounter was brief however, as she was drawn to a well-groomed strip of red hair atop a pink pearl. In silence, Mackenzie continued to stare at her erect button with her mouth agape. A second scream pierced through as Mackenzie quickly adjusted her hands to cover her whole front amid the resuming cheers and catcalls.

At least I'm covered now, she thought. At least my hands are covering my boobs and pussy from the...horizon!

Mackenzie's head snapped back over her shoulder, confirming her dread. Admiring her exposed backside was the growing throng of on-lookers. Camera lenses were visibly zooming, ensuring the red-head's best bits were perfectly visible and had a face to go with them. It was enough to make Mackenzie wish she had covered her face, even though that would make it harder to find her bikini.

"Bikini!" Mackenzie mumbled. "Where is it?"

Mackenzie's search resumed, now looking for two garments as she focused on keeping her butt aimed towards the horizon. Surely it couldn't have gone far, right? Surely she won't have to try to find her towel, right?