The two women make it official: both their relationship and the misunderstandings about it

The two women were able to spend the next hour or so sitting in Sam's office while she worked at her computer. Mack was naked for it, of course, but she didn't really mind if she was alone with her new girlfriend. (Plus, being almost exclusively naked in front of Sam for nearly a full day at that point had done wonders for breaking down any awkward initial barriers between them.)

And girlfriends they now officially were! Because, in between Sam checking tasks off her to-do list, the two of them actually had a few chances to really start getting to know each other. The two women already felt they got along well together (and they both knew they were attracted to each other), but it was still a relief to find they had some good chemistry as they talked and joked back and forth.

"So, does this count as our first official date?" Sam asked, waggling her eyebrows a bit.

"Oh, god no!" Mack giggled. "Our first date can't just be us hanging out in your office. Especially since I'm not even wearing any clothes!"

"Aw, whaaat? But it would be such a funny story to tell someday," Sam giggled back.

"No way," Mack stated, though she had a smile on her face. "Our first date should be just a biiit nicer than this, I think. Maybe we could go to a nice restaurant together?"

"Hmm, how about that bistro over on Francis Street? I've never been, but it's supposed to be pretty good. I could take you there tonight, as a thank you/apology for this whole weekend?"

"The one on the corner of Everett Road? Sure, that sounds nice," Mack beamed. "But, uh..."

The redhead nervously glanced down at her bare skin for what seemed like the hundredth time. Sam couldn't help but chuckle a little, sure that her girlfriend was vividly picturing walking into the crowded restaurant completely naked. Sam enjoyed seeing the deep blush spread across her face. She noticed the small twitch of Mack's hands as they reflexively tried to move to cover herself before they were halted. A full restaurant of people was clearly outside of Mack's comfort zone. At least, for now it was...

"Don't worry, we'll get you all sorted out first," Sam comforted. "I promise you'll be wearing clothes when we go out to dinner!"

"Thanks," Mack sighed in relief. "I know it sounds silly, but the way this whole crazy weekend has gone has kind of made me feel paranoid that I'm never gonna be able to get dressed again!"

"No I get it, you've been hit with some serious bad luck the past two days," Sam said, reaching out to gently place a hand on Mack's. "It's like one unlucky coincidence after another just won't let you get dressed."

Sam slid a little extra emphasis into her last sentence, trying to let Mack know she was doing her best to play along and satisfy her kink. Mack, however, didn't notice this at all. She was still fully unaware Sam had even had a passive hand in her prolonged nudity.

"That's exactly what it feels like!" she exclaimed.

The nude woman jumped up and pointed a finger excitedly at this, sending her large breasts bouncing slightly. As Sam lovingly gazed at her her girlfriend's bust, she took her excited tone as proof that Mack was getting exactly what she wanted from their sexy little game.

"Even for me, this has been a really unlucky weekend!" Mack sighed as she began pacing around the small room.

"...'Even for you?' What does that mean?" Sam asked.

Mack froze in place. Sam suddenly had the distinct impression that she'd let something slip that she hadn't meant to.

"Don't tell me you're always this unlucky," Sam giggled, letting her gaze naturally settle on Mack's bare, curvy ass.

"...'Even for you?' What does that mean?" Sam asked.

Mack froze, suddenly feeling like she'd let slip a dirty secret. Which, in a way, perhaps she had! She was undeniably no stranger to winding up exposed in public thanks to bad luck. But she was... hesitant to tell Sam about her long and embarrassing history of naked misadventures. After all, she didn't want her new girlfriend to think she was a weirdo who got off on running around naked!

"Don't tell me you're always this unlucky," Sam giggled.

Mack took a second to think about it. She'd been nothing but half or fully naked around Sam from practically the moment they'd met, due to one weird reason or another, and the blonde woman was still apparently quite infatuated with her. If she was ever going to find a partner who could be understanding of her unwilling penchant for public nudity, it was likely Sam. The redhead summoned up as much courage as she could.

"Hey Sam..." Mack said, slowly turning around to face her new girlfriend. "Would you, um, believe me if I told you this wasn't the first time I've accidentally been naked in public?"

Sam's eyebrows shot up at this question. But she regained her composure quickly and soon answered.

"I... would, yeah," she said in a serious tone.

"And, um," Mack nearly faltered, her embarrassment making it difficult to continue, "what if I told you that... because of bad luck and stuff, I've wound up naked in public like... a lot?"

"Hmm..." Sam thought, standing up and circling around her desk. "How much is 'a lot?'"

"Liiiike..." Mack couldn't help but look down at the floor as Sam slowly approached her.

Embarrassing memories began flooding Mack's mind. Countless memories of tearing fabric, nude sprints, and catastrophic wardrobe malfunctions all blended together in a haze of humiliation. She couldn't help but remember all the times she'd heard the resounding echo of her clothing ripping to pieces, or even worse, all the times her clothes had been ripped off her body completely! All the times she'd been stuck outside with little or nothing to wear, and had to simply make a break for whatever was the nearest form of shelter. All the times she'd found that the clothes she'd expected to put on were stolen or missing. In thinking about the totality of it all, Mack honestly felt a bit overwhelmed. She couldn't even begin to try to tally just how many times she'd lost her clothes in (what felt like) every conceivable manner.

"Like... a lot a lot," she admitted, turning an even deeper shade of red.

Mack felt Sam's hands gently grab her own arms and she glanced up to meet her girlfriend's gaze.

"You mean," Sam whispered, "stuff like today has happened to you before?"

Mack nodded, earnestly hoping Sam wouldn't be put off by the admission.

"I-I mean, not exactly like this! I've never been stuck naked in a spa before. A-and this is certainly one of the longer lasting instances. I mean I've pretty much naked all weekend now," she nervously rambled. "But something or other like this... well, yeah. But I swear, it's not on purpose!"

"Well, I do believe you, Mack," Sam said. "And I want you to know that, as long as I'm your girlfriend, I'll do whatever I can to help you with these, uh, incidents."

"Thanks, Sam," Mack smiled, feeling utterly relieved to hear those words.

As the two women sealed the deal with a kiss, Mack could not have been more thrilled. Not only had she found a partner that was accepting of her unique nudity-prone problem, but a partner that she could rely on to help her try to stay dressed the next time an unlucky incident befell her.

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship... Mack thought as she passionately made out with her girlfriend.

"Hey Sam..." Mack said, slowly turning around to face her new girlfriend. "Would you, um, believe me if I told you this wasn't the first time I've accidentally been naked in public?"

Sam was more than a bit shocked to hear Mack all but admit that she'd done this before. Was she dropping the facade? Or was this something else...

"I... would, yeah," she said trying to keep her tone neutral until she could figure out just what Mack was trying to tell her without outright saying.

"And, um," Mack stumbled over her words, "what if I told you that... because of bad luck and stuff, I've wound up naked in public like... a lot?"

"Bad luck," huh? Sam thought. So she's not dropping the facade. She still wants to keep everything framed as "accidental" or "coincidental" I guess...

"Hmm..." Sam thought aloud, still trying to figure out just what her new girlfriend was trying to get across. "How much is 'a lot?'"

"Liiiike..." Mack glanced down, clearly nervous. "Like... a lot a lot," she admitted with a blush.

Ohhhh, Sam thought. She already knows I'm on board for any and all "stuck naked" games of hers. But this is about establishing FREQUENCY! She's letting me know that she wants to do stuff like this regularly!

Sam gently grabbed Mack's arms and locked eyes with her.

"You mean," Sam whispered, "stuff like today has happened to you before?"

"I-I mean, not exactly like this! I've never been stuck naked in a spa before. A-and this is certainly one of the longer lasting instances. I mean I've pretty much naked all weekend now," she nervously rambled. "But something or other like this... well, yeah. But I swear, it's not on purpose!"

Sam smiled at this. Mack sure had a specific way she wanted everything framed. She wasn't the type just to strip down and go streaking somewhere. No, she liked her games convoluted and contrived, but embarrassing and public nonetheless. And the more Sam played around with Mack's way of doing things, the more she was discovering she liked it!

"Well, I do believe you, Mack," Sam said, saying the line she knew Mack wanted to hear. "And I want you to know that, as long as I'm your girlfriend, I'll do whatever I can to help you with these, uh, incidents."

"Thanks, Sam," Mack smiled.

As the two women sealed the deal with a kiss, Sam could not have been more thrilled. Not only had she found a partner that had such a fun, unique kink, but a partner that she could actively have fun keeping undressed the next time she was in the mood for an "incident."

I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship... Sam thought as she passionately made out with her girlfriend.

And with that, the fundamental misunderstandings between the two lovebirds were set in stone. There wasn't a doubt in Samantha's mind that she now perfectly understood Mackenzie's kink:

The redhead liked to be seen naked in public (at least in safe/semi-controlled settings) or, even better, spend prolonged periods of time naked around others. But, the key for Mackenzie's fun was that she wanted to wind up naked primarily as the result of "accidents" or "bad luck." To enact this, she'd stage incidents or devise convoluted scenarios that left her exposed in front of others, but always ones that seemed outside of her control. She'd play along and act embarrassed, all while secretly relishing being nude in public. From there, she'd do whatever she could to remain "stuck naked," acting like she had no possible way to get dressed, for one reason or another, and covertly enjoying her time as the center of attention.

Samantha now also thought that Mackenzie had happily asked her to help with this going forward. And, since Samantha thought Mackenzie wanted her to keep up the "facade," she planned on never explicitly mentioning that she was helping to keep her exposed. She would simply do whatever she could to keep Mackenzie away from clothes when she was playing, all while acting like she was doing her best to help.

In reality, of course, Mackenzie had no such kink. Furthermore, she had absolutely no idea her new girlfriend had any of these ideas about her! She'd accidentally managed to give Samantha the entirely wrong idea about how she felt about her embarrassing misadventures. In Mackenzie's mind, she'd lucked out by finding a supportive partner who not only didn't mind her naked tendencies, but who would help her out whenever they occurred! Little did she know, the opposite was true, and she'd inadvertently convinced her new girlfriend to covertly expose her going forward...