Reluctantly

Brandon and Mackenzie walked out of the mechanic shop. Mackenzie smiled ear to ear while Brandon grimaced in embarrassment. It was almost a perfect situation if she didn't have to hold her jumpsuit closed. A fact that she was reminded of when she tried to lock up and her boobs popped out.

"Hmm!" She squealed struggling to hold her jumpsuit closed yet again. Despite her smugness Mackenzie's clothing situation was not much better than Brandon's. But after having him toy with her all day the redhead was more than ready to see this through. She turned around to see Brandon desperately trying to stretch his shirt down far enough to hide his cock and balls meanwhile ignoring the back which was being pulled up allowing her a perfect view of his ass. Rookie mistake, Mackenzie thought smug self-confidence restored.

"Come on then," the frustrated Brandon remarked, "finish locking up so we can go. I-I'd rather not be ouy here right now."

Mackenzie giggled, "don't worry I'm done. We can go." She started walking towards Brandon's jeep with her right hand holding the suit closed. Brandon started to follow but Mackenzie decided to get one more jab in before they left. "I'm really excited to see how you're going to cover your privates while driving."

Brandon froze. He had clearly not thought of that. More proof he was a amateur at...well whatever you would call being accidently exposed. He looked down noting that he needed both hands to keep his shirt low enough to cover his goods. If he was driving, he wouldn't be able to do that. He might have to free ball it in front of Mackenzie.

"Any chance you'd be willing to drive?" The **** mechanic asked.

"Sure," Mackenzie replied, causing Brandon's face to brighten. "But you promised YOU would drive me home so me driving would essentially void our date plans.

Brandon's face sank into anger. He really considered saying yes until his eyes wondered to Mackenzie's exposed cleavage and he thought of that perfect body residing beneath his jumpsuit. After getting this close there was no way he was reneging on his chance to go on a date with this infuriating 10. He also didn't want to see his rival get the best of him.

"Wait here," he said, "I'll be right back." With that Brandon trotted his way over towards the back of the garage. Still leaving his backside exposed. Mackenzie watched his toned checks flex as he disappeared behind the building. He may have been Mackenzie's most hated rival, but she had to admit Brandon had a nice ass.

She shook such sentimental thoughts away and focused on the moment. Mackenzie leaned up against Brandon's jeep, arms crossed to secure her chest, and waited for him to return. As she waited, the wind was picking up and the clouds seemed to be getting darker, indicating a storm was likely soon on the horizon. She pondered what was taking Brandon so long.

"He's probably looking for something to cover up with like a discarded rag or old newspaper," Mackenzie smiled, "too bad I cleared a lot of garbage this morning."

After a few minutes of presumed savaging, Brandon returned. Mackenzie was excited to see the look of failure and embarrassment that often donned her face on Brandon. However, she ended up seeing a lot more than that. Her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung ajar as she saw her rival approaching in a very different attire.

"Brandon!" Mackenzie shouted, "what are you wearing?"

"My t-shirt," he replied, agitated, "just in a different way."

Yes, in order to more effectively cover his privates, Brandon had removed his t-shirt, exposing his muscular tan chest to the dumbstruck Mackenzie, folded it up and wrapped it around his nether regions like a loincloth. It covered about as much as a speedo, but it was technically more efficient than stretching his shirt down.

"You ready to go," he said.

"I, uh," Mackenzie fumbled for what to say, completely thrown off her game by suddenly being shown 99% of Brandon's body. "Yeah. Where are your keys?"

Brandon pointed towards his left pec indicating to Mackenzie to check the left breast pocket of his jumpsuit. She pulled out his keys, tossed them to him and they both entered the jeep. Brandon squirmed a bit clearly not used to being so underdressed while sitting on his leather seats. Mackenzie giggled at his struggles.

"Ready when you are," she said, her tone still somewhat giggly.

Brandon made a noise not dissimilar to a grumble. Then, he put the car in gear and pulled out onto the road.