Mackenzie returns to the beach

"Uh, I don't know..." Mackenzie trailed off. The promise of something to wear was promising. But the bottomless woman was more than a little hesitant to go back out to the beach. And for good reason. It was still absolutely packed with people!

"Huh?" the shirtless hunk across the table asked. "Why not?"

"Well, it's like you said," Mackenzie replied with a deep blush, "I don't even have any pants on right now. I don't exactly want to walk through a crowded beach and have everyone staring at me."

"Aw, who the heck cares what everyone else thinks?" the guy said, standing up and grabbing his empty plate. "You should just do what feels right to you, brah."

Mackenzie wasn't sure if that was wise or foolish advice in her current predicament. She did want more clothes, but...

"Look, it's up to you, man" he said, putting his plate in the bin and scooping up one large handful of french fries from the buffet. "But I'm heading back to my bros. You're welcome to join or not. It's all good either way."

And with that, he turned to depart the dining room, flashing Mackenzie a peace sign. Maybe it was actually seeing the only person to have offered her any spare clothing that day start to leave, but something **** in Mackenzie finally arrived at a decision.

"Wait!" she called, making sure to keep her napkin covering her pussy as she stood up. She dashed after the stranger, grabbing another napkin to try to cover her ass with, hoping she wouldn't regret this decision. "I'm coming too!"

"Sweet," the guy affably said as he opened the door out of the hotel. "Let's bounce before someone realizes we're not guests here, haha!"

Mackenzie was about to repeat that she was a guest, but found herself nervously silenced when she saw the beach again. It was late afternoon by that point, and the beach was bustling with tons of people. The redhead nervously made sure she had a good hold on both her napkins. As if to confirm her paranoia, a fairly strong gust of wind blew past her and ruffled the edges of the modesty napkins. Mackenzie nervously gulped. One slip up could see her napkins blown out of her grip and clear across the beach! The borrowed clothes couldn't come soon enough from... from...? Mackenzie suddenly realized she didn't even know this guy's name!

"Uh, I'm... Mackenzie, by the way," she shyly said as the man began walking onto the sand. Mackenzie followed.

"Cool, goom to meefcha," he said, through a mouthful of french fries. A moment later, he added, "Oh! I'm Ffnce,"

Mackenzie assumed he'd said Vince, but wasn't completely sure.

"Nice to meet you," she awkwardly said. "So, you can definitely lend me something to wear once we get back to your stuff, right?"

As they began making their way through groups of people, Mackenzie could feel dozens of eyes moving onto her obviously bare lower half. Though she was technically covering herself, she was under no illusion that she wasn't showing off a lot of pale skin.

"Oh totally, dude," he said, before shoving a few more fries into his mouth. As if in afterthought, he held one out to Mackenzie. "Fry?"

Mackenzie couldn't help but nervously burst into laughter. Both her hands were kiiind of busy at the moment! Did this guy really think she'd expose herself for everyone to see for a french fry?

"I'm good," she politely said, even as she heard someone nearby make a comment about her lack of a swimsuit. She blushed and tried not to think about her lack of bottoms.

Before Vince (or Vance?) could retract his offered fry, though, a seagull swooped in to claim it. The bird snatched it easily and expertly from his fingers. Then it flew off, carrying its prize.

"Oh shit, here come the gulls," he said.

Sure enough, a mass of squawking, flapping seagulls were suddenly beelining towards the topless man and bottomless woman. Vince tossed his last few fries as the birds moved to swarm him. Unfortunately, the wind had other ideas. Two of the fries were suddenly blown back, directly towards Mackenzie. They hit her square in the chest and slid down into the cups of her blue bra. The seagulls immediately shifted the focus of their attack.

"AHH!" Mackenzie screamed as she was swarmed by nearly a dozen frantically flapping birds. They pecked and prodded seemingly everywhere on her torso, greedily looking for their prize. Even worse, she couldn't let go of her lower half to try to shoo them away! "GET THEM OFF! GET THEM OFF!"

"You just gotta drop the fries, man," Vince unhelpfully called. "They're not worth it!"

"I CAN'T!" Mackenzie yelled, trying to jerk and weave her way out of the cloud of chaotic feathers. "THEY'RE STUCK IN MY-AAH!"

She was interrupted by one of the seagulls making a surprisingly successful attempt at yanking at the cup of her bra. It actually briefly pulled it away from her chest enough that her boob slid partially out underneath the bra. And the gull's comrades immediately began making similar plays for the fries. The birds began yanking and tugging at whatever part of Mackenzie's sky blue bra they could get their beaks on. First one, then both of the redhead's large breasts were freed from the undergarment. The now useless cups bunched up under Mackenzie's chin and both straps had slipped off her pale shoulders. This only gave the seagulls more dangling fabric to grab at, however.

"STOPPP!!!" Mackenzie yelled. By now she was blindly running, just trying to free herself from the swarm. She hit her breaking point. Mackenzie released her hold on both napkins, opting instead to frantically begin swatting at the devious birds. This, of course, left her entire lower half bared for anyone nearby to see.

But the seagulls were determined. They kept pecking and yanking at Mackenzie's bra as she ran screaming. Eventually, the combination of enough slack at her back and a well placed yank from a gull successfully unhooked the bra entirely. And from there, it was only a few seconds before the bra was yanked off Mackenzie's body entirely. One even managed to hold onto the bra as it flew off! This was finally enough for the seagulls to shift their focus away from the now nude beauty, with the remaining birds following each other off across the beach.

And that left Mackenzie standing there just a few feet from the water, completely naked, and the focus of every single beachgoer. Her earlier screaming sprint had gathered a lot of attention, so there had already been plenty of eyes and plenty of phones trained on the curvy redhead as she'd lost her final garment to the seagulls. So, even though it was only a few brief moments before Mackenzie recovered enough sense to throw her arms over her bare body, pretty much everyone had gotten to see all her naked glory.

"N-no..." she muttered, with one arm draped across her breasts and the other hand lowered over her womanhood. Her face was rapidly turning a deep shade of red, and her mind feverishly tried to wrap itself around the idea that this was, indeed, not a nightmare. She really was naked in front of hundreds of people.

"NOOO!" she cried out in utter humiliation as she crouched down, trying to hide as much of her body as she could.