Search for Clothes

Mackenzie hugged her legs tightly against her bare chest as she attempted to appear as small as possible behind the jeep. For what may have been the hundredth time Mackenzie Fairbairn was locked outside naked. She gridded her teeth, wondering what crime she had committed to deserve such a fate. The only bright spot she caught seeing was that at least this time, she wasn't alone.

Just then, the equally naked Brandon ran over and ducked down right in front of her. Breathing heavily after just running over around the vehicle.

"Any luck," Mackenzie asked desperately.

"Nope," Brandon sadly replied. "Your door is locked too."

"No," She whined. "How are we supposed to get home then?"

"I don't know," the blushing Brandon said. "Maybe we can find something to wear?"

"In a cornfield?"

"I said maybe, didn't I!"

Just then, another car zoomed by causing the naked mechanics to freeze. Quite a few vehicles had passed by the jeep since the pair got locked out, and each one only grew their anxiety. The more people traveled down this road, the more likely it would be they'd get caught. After all, someone was bound to call in a seemingly abandoned car to the police.

"Ok, I've got an idea." Brandon said nervously.

"I won't stop you," Mackenzie quickly replied. "Try anything."

"Ok," Brandon said before standing back up and climbing up on the side of the jeep. He serveyed the surrounding landscape from his elevated position while his chest and abs were now on complete display.

"What are you doing?" Mackenzie whispered, but Brandon just stoically kept up his task. Frustrated, Makenzie decided to figure out the situation for herself. The Redhead raised her head to check if the coast was clear before, while making sure to cup her breasts with her hands, climbing up the side of the jeep alongside Brandon. Makenzie looked around and saw what Brandon could see. Miles and miles of cornfields stretching as far as the eye could see. If Brandon was looking for a farmhouse or something, he was soundly out of luck.

"Found it!" Brandon suddenly shouted gleefully.

"W-what?" Mackenzie asked. Without even questioning her presence next to him, Brandon wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her in close, and pointed her in the direction he was looking.

"Over there," Brandon pointed. Mackenzie looked out into the distance. At first, all she saw was more cornfield, but then she noticed something else was out there.

"A scarecrow?" Mackenzie said, wondering why that was important. Of course, the answer came to her almost immediately. "A clothed scarecrow!"

"Yep," Brandon smiled. "I'm pretty sure it's got at least a shirt and pants on. Enough to cover ourselves and, if we find another one, get fully dressed."

"You're a genius," Mackenzie said, joyfully turning towards him.

"Well, you know, yeah," he said, smiling at Mackenzie. Mackenzie smiled back. The pair moved in for a kiss when out of nowhere a convertible drove by with its driver wolf whistling at the naked couple.

"Gah," the pair yelped before practically throwing themselves off the jeep and back onto the muddy ground. They huddled back behind the car.

"Really wish it was on THIS side of the road." Mackenzie whined.

"Beggers can't be choosers." Brandon replied. "Come on let's go."

After checking to make sure the road was clear the naked mechanics crossed the road. Mackenzie had both arms covering her large chest while Brandon cupped his cock with both hands. They continued to check the horizon as they ran to make sure it was safe. When they made it across the road, thankfully unspotted, they were met with a large white fence. They pair began climbing the thing quickly knowing that their butts would be on display till they made it over the fence. Soon the couple made it to the top both mounting the upper rail like a horse. They were facing one another and stared at their naked partner for a second wordlessly.

"Hehe," Mackenzie giggled, breaking the silence. "This is insane."

"Yep," Brandon smiled. "But am happy to do it with you."

"Are you really trying to earn some potential boyfriend points right now?"

"Is it working?" Brandon asked as he scootched closer.

"Maybe," Mackenzie shrugged, scootching closer as well until they were mere inches apart.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

The mechanics eyes widened as they turned back towards the road. Before them was a large grey truck stopped right in front of them with an older man with a mustache and cowboy hat poking his head out of the driver seat.

"Aren't their clubs you can do that shit at?" He asked seemingly genuine. "Or are those just in Europe?"

"GAH!" The pair screamed as their only reply before they leap over the fence and ran off into the cornfield.