Naked Sighteeing in Dame Avergon

The streets of downtown Dame Avergon were comprised of wide cobblestone avenues with small islands of shrubbery and palm trees in the center of the main road. The buildings were an interesting combination with many smaller, older structures with a 17-century century baroque style that had been converted into shops and cafes while in the background larger more modern office buildings loomed. These streets were packed with locals, tourists, and market stalls whose interactions created an all-around busy atmosphere. And there, peeking out from one of the smaller side paths, was the red-faced Mackenzie Fairbairn, clinging to a wall.

"Aren't there any empty streets in this city?" Mackenzie whimpered, pressing her naked tits against the concrete building. She had already spent the last 30 minutes trying to stay out of sight as she streaked across the city. Running through back alleys and side paths as she tried to make it to the bus stop across town, but this was an unfamiliar city and that just ended up with her getting turned around and bumping into large, excited crowds of tourists. She eventually gave in and asked a local shopkeeper for directions. He put it very simply: "just cut through downtown, and you'll arrive in less than an hour." Which still left her with another hour and a half before the bus arrived, but that was a later problem.

Mackenzie held her breath, her heart pounding in her ears as she peered around the corner of the alley. There were so many people, more then she'd even seen at the airport, but if she wanted to get to the bus the redhead was going to have to run pass them all naked. Mackenzie bit her lip, remembering the word of the local she met on the bus. Among this unsuspecting crowd dwelled the Mirón, pervy tourists just waiting to sneak peaks at any nudist walking around.

"As if running through a crowd naked wasn't enough." Mackenzie spat brushing some strains of hair from her face. The street was bustling, people moving in every direction, but she didn't see anyone immediately suspicious. She clutched her micropurse tightly to her chest, her fingers digging into the leather as if it might offer some protection. She had to get moving. She couldn't hide in this corner forever. With a deep, shaky breath, she darted out from the alley, her bare feet slapping against the pavement as she sprinted down the sidewalk. Weaving her way through the crowd, Mackenzie felt as though she was being crushed by the weight of countless eyes on her most indifferent, but a few lingering with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. She couldn't breathe but also couldn't stop. It was then that, through the corner of her eye, Mackenzie thought she saw a man leering at her lustfully holding a camera. Mackenzie's eyes widened. She didn't fancy another look and instead dove behind the first thing she saw that could act as cover, a recycling bin.

She peeked out, scanning the horizon for the man with the camera, her heart pounding so hard it almost hurt. Mackenzie had assumed streaking through a major city couldn't get any worse then it sounded but the idea that there were people out there LOOKING to see a naked woman pushed it over the scales.

"I can't do this," Mackenzie cried on the verge of tears. "I feel like I'm being hunted. I haven't even seen anyone staring but the very idea!"

Mackenzie shuttered. She wanted to get off the streets back into the relative safety of the alleys. She didn't care how long it took to go around. Unfortunately, it was too late for that. Mackenzie looked around for a way off main street but saw nothing. The ornate brick buildings were like castle wall keeping her in the public eye. With a pathetic whimper Mackenzie realized had no way back. The only way out was through. This time however she wouldn't streak she would sneak.

As she looked around Mackenzie spotted a stack of crates nearby. Wasting no time, she dashed towards them, her bare skin glistening with sweat as she squeezed between the narrow gaps. The wooden slats dug into her sides, but she didn't care—she just needed to be out of sight. A group of teenagers walked by, their laughter echoing, and Mackenzie held her breath, her heart pounding against the crates.

When they passed, she bolted again, this time towards a parked car. She crouched beside it, her hands gripping the scorching metal as she peeked around the bumper, looking for her next target. Spotting a tall lamppost a few feet away, the involuntary nudist darted towards it, pressing her chest against the warm metal. The heat from the sunbaked surface seeped into her cleavage, but she barely noticed, her focus on blending into the background. She wrapped her arms around the post, trying to make herself as small as possible, her micropurse clutched tightly in one hand.

The sounds of the city seemed amplified now—every laugh, every car horn, every footstep made her flinch. Then, a subtle shift in the air caught her attention—a pause in the rhythm of the passing crowd, a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye. She froze, her breath catching in her throat as she realized. Someone was watching her.

Across the street, a man stood unnaturally still, his gaze fixed on nothing. Yet she could see him occasionally glancing over at her. Around his neck was a large black camera. The type used by professional photographers. Was he a Mirón? Was he after her? Mackenzie's heart raced as she watched him raise the camera to his eye and start taking pictures of anything but her, the lens glinting in the sunlight. Was he just a photographer or was trying to seem inconspicuous until he lined of the perfect shot of Mackenzie? Not wanting to stick around and find out the Redhead pushed off from the lamppost and bolted down the street, her bare feet slapping against the ground. The photographer glanced towards the streaker and shrugged. Not sure why she was in such a hurry.

Mackenzie sprinted forward not even bothering to cover up and she desperately tried to escape the Mirón. Her bare breasts bounced free for about a block before embarrassment again pushed her to hide.

Spotting a fruit stand with a large awning, Mackenzie made a dash for it, hoping to blend in. The vendor barely gave her a second glance as she shuffled behind the stacks of colorful produce. However, assuming when she ducked down behind his stand she grew suspicious. Wanting not to cause a scene Mackenzie quickly picked up two grapefruits and stood up hold them against her chest to pretend she was just shopping. The vendor laughed

"Is that how you measure the fruit." He joked "Because unfortunately I don't have anything bigger."

Mackenzie gave a sarcastic laugh to express her annoyance but also glanced down and couldn't deny the truth. She began shuffling her way through the small vegetable market, dropping the grapefruits and swapping them out with a bundle of bananas in the next stall. She continued this process several times covering her chest with mangos, grapes, durians (Ouch!) and even a watermelon and each time enduring the vendors painfully unfunny jokes.

"Ma'am I'm sorry but that's not how a coconut bikini works HA," he laughed watching Mackenzie hold a pair of coconuts against her chest. She groaned both at his bad joke but also at the realization she had made it to the end of the market. Looks like it was streaking time again.

Mackenzie dropped the coconuts and darted from the fruit stand to a nearby kiosk, her bare skin drew a few lingering glances from tourists and she sprinted between hiding spots. The vendor at the kiosk, an older man with a kind face, barely acknowledged her as she pressed her back against the side of his stand. She saw a rack of magazines nearby and like at the fruitstand used one to cover her chest. She tried to cross her legs in a casual way make it look like she was just reading instead of hiding. Mackenzie looked around trying to find her next hiding spot when the stack of newspapers at the kiosk caught her eye. She noticed the price and realized her remaining petty cash could afford one. With a surge of desperation, she ran out into the open, grabbed one, and began fumbling through her micropurse for coins fully aware her butt was now exposed to anyone passing by. The vendor, noticing her frantically counting pennies, nodded sympathetically and took the money without a word.

"Thank you," Mackenzie said on the verge of crying tears of joy. Finally, she had something to cover with. It wasn't much but used correctly the newspaper could probably cover as much as a towel. Mackenzie quickly unfolded the paper, only to discover it was only one page. Barely enough to cover her chest. She stood there too shocked to even stop smiling (or of course cover her naked bits) trying to understand what had happened.

"The full edition costs extra." The vendor said seeming somewhat less sympathetic. Makenzie didn't respond she only clutching the newspaper to her chest and the micropurse to her crotch. The crisp paper smelled faintly of ink, and the headlines blurred from the sweat sticking to her body.

"Maybe I can make this work," Mackenzie sighed. She backed up into a nearby building and took a deep breath before she began sidestepping, her bare feet making barely a sound on the hot pavement. The world seemed to slow as she moved her heart pounding in her ears. She caught many pedestrian's glances. More even when she was just streaking! It made sense however, in a country with legal nudism someone desperately trying to hide her nakedness was odder phenomenon. Eventually the stares become too much to bear, and so Mackenzie decided to return to simply running through the streets. Her bare feet pounded the pavement, the heat of the ground burning her soles as she weaved through the crowded sidewalks.

As Mackenzie hurried down the street, the newspaper clutched tightly to her chest, a sudden gust of wind swept through the crowded sidewalk, catching the edge of the paper and tearing it from her grasp. She watched in horror as it fluttered away and desperately tried to run after it. Sprinting across the road in its direction. As Mackenzie lunged after the escaping newspaper, her desperation clouded her vision, and she collided squarely with a woman whose calm demeanor contrasted sharply with Mackenzie's frantic state. The impact sent a jolt through both of them, and Mackenzie's hands instinctively reached out to steady herself, her palms brushing against the woman's shoulders. The woman, equally startled, grasped Mackenzie's elbows to balance herself, their eyes meeting in a moment of mutual surprise.

Mackenzie instantly noticed the woman was not local, lacking the dark skin and hair of the Hispanic locals. Although she was very tan. Her short brown hair was tousled, and her skin glistened with a subtle sheen of sunscreen. She didn't flinch at Mackenzie's nakedness but was confused by why Mackenzie had slammed into her. However, her expression softening as she took in Mackenzie's exhausted expression. The woman's grip in Mackenzie loosened and the two women took a step back from one another. It was then that Mackenzie made another realization. This woman was just as naked as she was!

"Ay are you alright," she spoke with an Australian accent, her voice carrying a hint of amusement mixed with concern. Mackenzie hesitated, still stunned by the sight of another naked woman in broad daylight. "What's wrong Red, cat got your tongue."

"What um no I just umm." Mackenzie babbled.

"Wow now that I've taken a gander at you Sheila. You aren't looks so hot." The woman said rubbing her knuckles against Mackenzie's forehead. "You're sweating up a tsunami. Are you even wearing sunblock?"

"Well, I-" Mackenzie went to answer but was interrupted by a familiar sound that made both women freeze.

*click*

The naked women's eyes bulged as the slowly turned to the side. There they saw a short tubbly man in a red shirt and oversized backpack. He was looking down, face hidden by an unmarked baseball cap and glasses, fiddling with his camera as though he didn't know how it worked. He kept "accidentally" taking pictures of the nude beauties afterwhich he would flip it around as if examining it but always turning it back in their direction. There was no doubt about it. This was a Mirón!

*click*

"Oh my God." Mackenzie whimpered. Her sweaty body getting goosebumps in the 90 degree weather.

"Bolicks we got spotted by some damn Bludger." the woman spat. "Come on let's get out of here."

Before Mackenzie could muster a reply, the woman grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the street. She pulled Mackenzie into a nearby café, its patio shaded by a canopy of vibrant umbrellas. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, mingling with the hum of the city. As they entered the café, Mackenzie was immediately struck by the warm, inviting atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the chaos of the street. But what caught her attention most was the crowd—every person there was naked, their bodies diverse in shape and size. Mackenzie had seen a few naked people since landing but never this many. Then she turned her head to the café window and realized why.

"Nudes only?" Mackenzie asked reading the sign.

"Yeah, with so many blokes running around without their bathers guess the islands thought they needed somewhere to relax." the woman said signaling to one of the wait staff. "I'm Jolie by the way."

"I'm Mackenzie."

"Well, Mackenzie, I'd wager you could use a breather. 'Specially after runnin into that pervert. Come on let's get some food. My treat."

"What, are you sure? I mean we've only just met." Mackenzie said surprised but Jolie just smiled.

"Well, I've already seen you nekkid haven't I." Jolie shrugged. "I'd reckon that makes us close enough to share a casual meal."

Mackenzie blushed she had almost forgotten she was completely naked here. Something about the calm, unclothed environment had eased her nerves. She hadn't even felt compelled to cover herself since coming in. In such peace Mackenzie was finally about it feel her stomach grumbling and her muscles aching. Jolie was right she was tired.and hungry. The bus wouldn't arrive for anotjer hour so she had plenty of time.

"Alright I guess I have time for a light lunch."

Jolie smiled and led Mackenzie to a small table by the window, where they sat down on cushioned chairs that felt surprisingly comfortable against her bare skin. With a single gesture Jolie called a waiter, and he came running. Mackenzie’s eyes widened as she saw the man approach. A handsome and muscular local wearing nothing but an apron over his crotch.

"What can I get you senoritas." He said flashing a smile and staring Mackenzie right in the eyes.

"I um well." Mackenzie stuttered overwhelmed by the sight of this gorgeous naked man standing in front of her.

"We'll have the specials, Alejandro." Jolie swooped in to save the starstruck Mackenzie.

"Excellent choice. I'll be back in a few minutes with some waters." Alejandro bowed and turned around towards the kitchen showing off his toned ass to the pair as he went. Mackenzie bit her lip.

"Aint he a Beaut." Jolie purred resting her head on her hands. "Don't feel bad about it most woman react that way first time they see Alejandro."

"He's even got the name of a romance novel character." Mackenzie said excited.

"Yep he's worth the price of admission."

"Speaking of which. I don't have much money on my right now. Like literally it's just a few coins. But I swear I'll find a way to pay you back."

"Hey don't sweat it. I've got a running tab at this place and besides it's not even that much."

"You sure? This place feels pretty expensive."

"Wanna hear a secret." Jolie said leaning in close. "The Tourist board offers massive discounts to visiting nudists. Everything on this island is a steal for us."

"Really!?" Mackenzie gasped.

"Yep," Jolie smirked. "Last year I did all my Holiday shopping right 'ear. Saved a fortune."

"That can't be. I mean does an island like this have everything you'd want."

"You'd be surprised. Although it's easy when you know where to look."

Mackenzie and Jolie continued on with pleasant small talk. At some point Mackenzie realized she had become unusually relaxed given the circumstance. The café’s ambiance was surprisingly comforting, the hum of conversation and clinking dishes creating a sense of normalcy that Mackenzie hadn’t since she landed. Suddenly it felt like she on a regular vacation just a she had planned. When the food arrived, the aroma of freshly cooked pasta and herbs filled the air, and Mackenzie’s stomach growled audibly. Jolie laughed and the two naked woman dug in. Mackenzie was so surprised by how good the food was she nearly choked. The seasoned pasta, creamy sauce, the juicy sliced tomatoes it was a flavor explosion with each bite. The took another bite. And another. And another. She tried to pace herself but also couldn't wait long before fulling her mouth again with the savory dish. She looked up and saw Jolie fighting the same conundrum. So they ate and ate until their plates were empty and their bellies full.

"Oh man," Mackenzie leaned back blissfully.

"It's something aint it?" Jolie asked.

"One of the best meals live has in a while." Mackenzie said rubbing her bare stomach. She no longer cared about her nudity in the slightest. She felt so comfortable and at home in this cafe it might as well be her own bedroom. She leaned back, relaxed, and took a deep breath.

"Nothing better than a good bite Th'sarvo"

"Thsa-what?"

"Th'sarvo." Jolie repeated sitting up. "It means 'this afternoon' back in the down under. I assume 2:45 still counts as afternoon in the States?

"Well of course it does our cultures wouldn't be that dif-" Mackenzie suddenly cut herself off.

"What's wrong?"

"2:45?" Mackenzie repeated a tremble in her voice as she looked over at the cafe wall clock. "I-I need to be at the bus stop at 3."

The two-woman looked at one another for a second in silence. Then at a nearby wall clock. Then back at each other. Mackenzie read her new Australian friend's expression, Jolies thoughts became clear.

"Don't walk," Jolie said apoligetically. "Run as fast as you can."

"Fuck!" The redhead screamed before sprinting out of the cafe. Jolie watched as Mackenzie sprinted down the road no longer trying to hide.