In the middle of the park. Butt-Naked!!

"AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! AAAAAHHHHHH! aaaa...."

Nate rolled off his wife and into the grass after they had both finished orgasming. They both laid there for a minute breathing heavily. Finally, Nate spoke up, "Well, ha, that was fun."

"So fun," Nora said sounding like she was in a hypnotic trance. Nate rolled on his side to face her and watched her bare chest rise and fall with her breathe.

"Feel better," he said.

Nora rolled over to face him.

"Oh yeah," she said with a smile. "That was just what I needed."

"You sure, because I could go another round."

Nora laughed and the pair went in for a kiss and entered another embrace But before they had a chance to reenter Nirvana the sound of a twig snapping nearby resonated in their ears. The couple froze.

"What was that?" Nora whispered.

"I don't know," Nate replied. "But it sounds close"

A chill ran down Nora's spine despite the fact she was in her husbands warm embrace. If someone was ruffling through the shrubbery they would discover the nude pair for sure. Nora wracked her brain trying to come up with an explanation should that situation come to pass, but her mind went blank at the thought. She suddenly REALLY wanted to put her clothes back on. The two remained motionless for a few minutes praying that whatever was making that rustling sound would just go away.

"Ok," Nate finally said, "I'm going to take a quick peek at whatever we are dealing with."

Nora quietly nodded. Nate skillfully rolled over and propped himself up on his hands and knees. He then slowly raised his head above the brushline and looked around. After catching sight of the origin of the noise his eyes widened and mouth hung open.

"Mr. Peterson?" he asked raising up even more, until the whole of his chest was now in view. The hobo in a tattered suit with a combover turned around and saw the naked man.

He smiled and said, "Ha, serves you right big man. This is MY park. You throw something away in my park, It's mine. SERVES YOU RIGHTTTT!"

Peterson started running off. As he ran Nate noticed something. Slung on his shoulder were Nora's red dress and his suit. In his hand a pair of heels and loafers. And in his other hand a ball of undergarments. The bastard was stealing their clothes!

"Hey, HEY! Get back here you maniac!" Nate yelled angrily. He immediately stood up and ran after Mr. Peterson. Forgetting his state of dress in his rage and leaving his beautiful wife all alone.

"Nate. NATE. NATE! Wait a second, come back!" She yelled. As he ran out of sight, Nora looked around, ducked back down into the brush and squealed realizing her embarrassing situation.