A new hobby...a regular hobby...

Waiting around is usually a boring activity, especially if it's waiting for friends...especially if they're supposed to be bringing food.

Not so much when you're sitting there naked however, taking in both the sun and the gaze of onlookers, seeing their reaction was fun in and of itself. The fun of it was starting to get her to question whether she simply liked being naked...or if she liked being SEEN naked, they were two different things, similar for certain.

The word exhibitionist kept flashing through her head, a strong word that was starting to seem accurate, she was enjoying herself a lot, but was that sexual or...?

Krystal was shaken from her train of thought by her friends, Rebecca leading the trio, holding Krystal's ice cream, an overflowing cone of mint chocolate chip, her favourite.

"Biggest ice cream for the best nude girl around" Rebecca chuckled, carefully handing the cone over to the nudist.

Krystal just rolled her eyes, having a small taste "Mmm...but hey, you're only saying that because I'm the only naked person around...unless you're offering to join in?"

"Maybe I am"

Danny leaned in, chuckling awkwardly "Hey uh, sis you're not really planning on getting undressed are you? I just...feel like I should convince you not to get naked in front of..." He gestured at himself "...y'know, your brother?"

Rebecca laughed loudly "Don't worry, I'll spare your sweet innocent eyes...today at least..." She winked slyly at Krystal, putting a grin on the disrobed surfer...

She'd established a norm, she hadn't found a title for herself, but was enjoying her nude vacation far too much to stop. But that norm, that regular routine, she'd either hang out with the hikers, or go surfing...day after day, not putting on a stitch of clothing...she'd even gone on a date with Rebecca, who sadly didn't ever join Krystal in her nudity, but still, they had each other's numbers.

And so, the week passed on by, almost feeling a little too fast but today was the day Krystal had to head back to America, that meant "Ugh...I have to grab my clothes..." She groaned outloud, clambering out of bed, remembering they were still in the locker and needed packing, she was already on a tight schedule today so she'd just made things harder by just leaving them in there.

After a quick shower and a rushed breakfast, Krystal made her way over to where she'd stowed the lockbox, that out of the way cupboard.

Opening the...hrm...opening the...the lockbox didn't seem to budge "What the fuck? Ugh...cheap ass...lock...boxes..." Looking over the box, Krystal spotted something that made her heart sink, and her blood run cold.

The digital display was still showing the set time, underneath in much smaller text was "Confirm? [y/n]"

The lockbox was still locked.

Quickly, Krystal pressed the N key. Figuring she could just set it to 2 seconds, the screen turned off and it took a second to come back on...followed by a password prompt.

Dave had put a password on the thing and just either never turned it off or never closed it so it was never a problem, a password prompt. Krystal growled at the secure box, setting it down on the counter slowly to prevent herself from tossing it in anger.

Now, the nude girl took stock of her situation.

She was fully nude and in a hurry to get to the airport, her ticket, car keys and wallet were thankfully in her purse, not her luggage bag. Krystal has limited options here but...it was looking like the only thing she'd be bringing back to the states would be her surfboard, she still had clothes back at her place, well...some, maybe...she did clear out her wardrobe when she packed so...

Krystal pushed the scary thought of ALL her clothes being in that luggage bag and wracked her mind for ideas...