Just her turtleneck

Mackenzie stood there, arms awkwardly trying to cover what little modesty they could, as she looked down at the ground. Her clothes should have been just a few feet away somewhere, but she didn't see them anywhere. It didn't help that it was truly beginning to get dark out. But still, how far away could her clothing have gone?! In that moment, the freshman regretted leaving her phone inside her purse in Corey's car. She really could have used its flashlight right then.

Instead, the naked redhead walked a lap around the bench, looking for her clothes. Nothing. She took a second lap, extending the radius of her searching circle by a few feet. Still nothing. Mackenzie shivered in the cold November air, rubbing her hands along her bare arms, her bare legs, her bare... everything. It hadn't felt too awfully cold when she'd stepped outside earlier, but that had been before the sun set. And before she'd lost all her clothes...

On her third lap around the bench, Mackenzie spotted something. With an overjoyed gasp, she picked up her black turtleneck. The freezing girl wasted no time in pulling it on, eager to have something on her body, both for modesty and warmth. She pretended not to notice how prominently her nipples were poking through the dark fabric.

Another minute of searching yielded no further clothes, however. Even if Mackenzie assumed Corey still had her panties in his pocket, that still left her tank top and skirt unaccounted for. She gulped nervously. Where had they gone? They were both borrowed items, (from Willow and Marianne, respectfully) and Mackenzie wasn't thrilled about the idea of coming home without them. But she didn't think she had much of a choice at that point...

The bottomless young woman anxiously tugged her turtleneck down as low as it would go, hoping it could provide some cover for her lower half. She was able to get it just low enough to cover her crotch, but only barely. But even then, it only came low enough to cover about half of her curvy ass. And even worse, if she let it go, the shirt rose back up enough to bare her entire lower half to anyone nearby.

With a whimper and not much choice, Mackenzie began trudging along the park path. Hopefully Corey had picked up her other pieces of clothing and would be waiting by the park entrance for her. It was a quick trip back, wearing just her shoes and the shirt. Mackenzie made sure to pull the turtleneck as low as she could, using both her hands. Luckily, the park was now completely deserted. She was able to make the cold dark bottomless trek in peace.

At least, until she got to the park's entrance. Surprisingly, the parking lot had only gotten more crowded since the park had closed.

"What the hell..." Mackenzie muttered to herself. She scuttled behind a tree, keeping her body mostly hidden as she observed the small gathering crowd in the parking lot. It seemed like people were pulling lanterns and blankets out of their cars, before carrying them over towards the large patch of grass by the pond. They were all gathering for something, and even more cars were pulling into the half-full lot.

Mackenzie looked around, but didn't see Corey anywhere nearby. He... he hadn't left her here, right? No, there was no way he'd do something like that! She glanced back over toward his car, waiting for a clear line of sight in the mini-crowd. Then she spotted him! Relief flooded her system as she saw her date standing there, leaning against his car, looking a bit impatient.

Mackenzie felt a bit miffed that he was waiting over by the car instead of the park entrance. It was only about fifty feet away, but that was now fifty feet through a semi-crowded parking lot. And the cold night's breeze made it abundantly clear to her that she didn't have any true cover for her womanhood.

But, she rationalized to herself, he was escorted out by that security type guy after all. It would have probably been a bit weird to just stand around by the entrance. That might have tipped the guy off that he WAS waiting for someone else, so he probably did it to cover for me. Besides, Corey had no way of knowing that there'd be all these people randomly here.

Mackenzie took a deep breath. There was only one way out of this situation, and it was just plowing her way through it. With her left hand pulling down the back of her shirt and her right hand pulling down the front of her shirt, Mackenzie stepped away from the tree. There was a split second of resistance from around her chest as the shirt got snagged slightly on the tree. But it ripped free a moment later, and Mackenzie didn't even notice the small resulting hole in her haste to cross the parking lot.

She did an awkward little stilted jog across the pavement, weaving through two different groups of people.

"I love your dress!" a girl cheerily called from behind her. Though she added with a giggle. "I think it's a bit chilly for it tonight though!"

"Uh, th-thanks!" Mackenzie called from over her shoulder. The embarrassed girl didn't even spare the time to look back, only focused on making it to Corey. And, mercifully, she soon did.

"Corey!" she gasped as she finally made it to him.

"Hey, there you are!" he called back. A smile quickly spread across his face and his eyes quickly darted down to the bare skin of Mackenzie's legs. "Come on, let's get going. We're already late for our reservation."

"Someone forgot their tights tonight..." a stranger's voice whispered from behind Mackenzie. She couldn't help but blush a bit more deeply and try to pull the shirt even lower. Worst of all, she truly had forgotten her tights that night.

"Corey, do you, um, have any of my clothes?" she asked, hesitantly but insistently.

"Me?" he asked, plastering a faux-innocent look on his face.

"All I could find was my turtleneck. Did you pick up my skirt or shirt or anything? Or maybe... my underwear?" she lowered her voice for her final sentence.

"Nope, can't say I did!" he said, with an uncaring tone. "But don't worry about it. Let's just get to the restaurant already."

"Are... you serious?" Mackenzie whispered, still trying to **** a polite smile. "Corey, I'm not going to a restaurant dressed like this. This shirt is all I have on right now..."

Corey spent a couple moments trying to decide his best course of action. He had picked up Mackenzie's tank top on the way out of the park, and her thong was still resting safely in his pocket, but he had no idea what had happened to her skirt. (In reality, it had fallen deep into a bush and was now lost to nature.) He'd dumped the shirt in a trash bin (and had nearly done the same with the thong, before deciding to take it home as a prize), assuming Mackenzie would exit the park in her turtleneck and skirt, now truly going commando.

But her own decision to lose her skirt (he assumed it was her decision after all) complicated things a bit. He wasn't expecting the Shy Streaker to get cold feet about going into the restaurant bottomless. Still, he wasn't ready to call it a night yet. Not even close...

"Oh wait! I do have something of yours!" he exclaimed, before pulling Mackenzie's yellow thong out from his pocket. He held it out and said (a bit too loudly for Mackenzie's taste) "Here's your thong back."

Mackenzie blushed a deeper shade of red and hastily grabbed the panties from his hand. She awkwardly shuffled behind Corey's car, trying to get as out of sight as she could, before stepping into them and pulling them back on.

"Are you sure that was all you had?" Mackenzie asked, tugging her turtleneck back down over the lacy yellow fabric.

"That's it," Corey lied. "Anyway, let's get a move on."

With that, he reached out and gently took Mackenzie's hand in his own. The redhead gasped for a moment, as she had to quickly adjust and use her other hand to pull the turtleneck lower.

"It's just on the other side of the parking lot," Corey said, guiding Mackenzie towards the building and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Mackenzie was about to object further, but found herself momentarily distracted by the dilemma of whether to pull down the front or the back of her improvised dress. By the time she'd settled on pulling down the back to hide her ass from view, she found that they were already in front of the restaurant's entrance.

"U-um..." she hesitantly said, but found her previous objections fading now that she was standing in front of the looming restaurant. Feeling like her chance to put her foot down had passed, Mackenzie reluctantly came to terms with the fact that, yes, she really was going to walk in there without any bottoms on. At least she had underwear on again, and her shirt could mostly be used to keep them covered. Besides, hopefully sitting down at a table would give her a better chance of keeping her bare legs out of sight.

Corey finally released Mackenzie's hand in order to open the door for her.

"After you," he said, gesturing inside.

"Th-thanks," Mackenzie nervously said as she entered the restaurant, tugging her turtleneck as low as possible and screaming internally.