Search for the scarecrow

The rustle of cornstalks crunching rang out as the two naked mechanics made their way through the fields. The last 24 hours had been a back and forth of dreams and nightmares for them both, but now Mackenzie and Brandon where firmly trapped in a nightmare. They were locked out of their car, on the edge of town, butt naked. There only hope being a plaid covered scarecrow in the middle of this field that could provide them some cover. There was just one problem.

"Where the hell is this thing?" Mackenzie asked pushing cornstalks out of her way.

"I know it's around here somewhere." Brandon replied, surveying the area from a few feet away.

"It's been an hour," Mackenzie cried. "Face it we're lost."

"We are not lost." Brandon rebutted. "I just need to get my barring's."

"Really. And how are you going to 'get your barrings'." Mackenzie asked arms folded. "The corn is taller then us both. And there's no elevated ground for miles."

Brandon pondered on this stroking his chin to emphasize his deep thoughts. Then he looked over towards him gorgeous, naked companion and had an idea.

"Get up on my shoulders," He smiled.

"What?"

"You heard me." Brandon said crouching down. "I'll lift you up on my shoulders so you can see the Scarecrow."

Mackenzie stared at him for a second dumbstruck he expected her to go along with such a stupid idea. Although perhaps she was the fool for deciding to go through with it a few seconds later. Without a word Mackenzie climbed up on Brandon's back and sat down on his neck. Her legs fell on either side of his head and squeezed against his cheeks. Mackenzie felt some movement on her thighs which she assumed was a pervy smile growing on Brandon's face. She rolled her eyes and Brandon rose up causing Mackenzie's upper body to pop up above the corn.

"See anything?" Brandon asked seemingly struggling. Mackenzie surveyed her surrounding and quickly spotted the straw map sticking above the corn.

"There," she pointed. "That way."

Brandon saw the way Mackenzie was pointing and didn't even wait to put her down. He charged forward towards the scarecrow. Mackenzie screeched as the squeezed his head harder with her thighs and grabbed his hair to keep her balance. Brandon couldn't lie. He kinda liked it.

"Whoa Whoa Whoa," Mackenzie yelled as he ran. "Be careful. You've got precious cargo up here."

"Always thinking too highly of yourself." Brandon joked which got him a karate chop to the head. Still he charged forward unimpeded, the cornstalks slapping against his bare body. Finally, Brandon made it to the scarecrow, his chest heaving with exertion. The couple got a good look at their price he hung on a massive pole, one long enough to hold it above the cornstalks so it was a good thing Mackenzie was also risen up about as high. As they had surmised it was dressed in a plaid shirt, blue pants and strawhat.

"Yes come to mamma." Mackenzie said, her eyes fixed on the plaid shirt that seemed to be their only hope for covering herself.

"Just remember the plan Kenzie you get the shirt I get the pants." Matt said as he approached the scarecrow eyes equally as fixated on the pair of blue jeans. "That way we're both covered."

"Although not completely. It'll still be awkward when he have to ask anyone for help."

"Well then we'll tell them the truth. We were just fooling around."

"Since we're got more important things to do, I'm gonna let that go for now. Alright buddy I'm sorry to say you're going to have to be the naked one for right now." Mackenzie reached out to grab the hem of the shirt and began quickly undoing the buttons one by one. She couldn't help but smile at the feeling of cloth in her hand. However after undoing the last button she tried to pull the shirt open but was met with some resistance. The shirt seemed determined to remain on the straw man

"What the heck is with this thing." she muttered, tugging at the fabric. only upon realized it was sewn onto the scarecrow's straw-stuffed body. "Seriously?"

Brandon joined her, and together they tried to remove the shirt, but it wouldn't budge. Brandon grunted, straining against the stitches. "It's like this thing been superglued on." Mackenzie huffed, her face reddening with frustration.

Mackenzie let out a frustrated sigh, her arms dropping to her sides as she gazed at the scarecrow's shirt, still stubbornly attached to its straw-stuffed body. Brandon, too, gave up, his hands falling away from the fabric as he shook his head. "Well I guess he got the last laugh," he said, his voice laced with resignation. "He keeps his clothes and we stay naked."

Mackenzie shot him a withering look, as if he'd just stated the obvious. "No kidding," she muttered, staring into the scarecrows blank face. Despite having no eyes Mackenzie couldn't help but feel it was smirking at her. The Redhead's eyes wondered upwards towards his straw hat. In frustration tried to pull the hat from her head only to discover it came off! Unlike the shirt and pants the hat wasn't sown on. Unfortunately that did little to improve Mackenzie's mood.

"Jee thanks," She told the strawman before plopping the straw hat on her head. "This'll help."

"Maybe there's another scarecrow?" Brandon pondered. "Can you see anything else."

But little did Bradon know Mackenzie was way ahead of him eyes scanning the surrounding cornstalks as if searching for an alternative solution. However see saw nothing but corn and the horizon.

"A barn." Mackenzie pointed. There's a barn over there.

"A clothing barn?" Brandon said sarcastically.

"Would you prefer to hand out in the cornfield until harvest season." She replied. "Come on it's better then nothing."

"Oh alright" Brandon sighed. "But can I at least put you down first? I'm starting to have trouble with all this extra..."

Brandon paused as he looked up at saw Mackenzie staring down at him with a wrathful expression that clearly meant "choose your next words very carefully."

Um with all the extra..... sexiness. Yeah being sandwich between your thighs is super hot and its hard to walk at full mast." Brandon said with a nervous smile.

Mackenzie said nothing but she slid off his shoulders, her feet onto the dry earth. She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back in a languid motion wearing nothing but a straw hat. Brandon's worry about walking with his little guy at attention was now a real threat.

"Alright lets get going." Mackenzie said marching forward, her hips sashaying with every step.

"Yeah mind if I have the hat?" Brandon asked covering his excited junk."I feel like it could put it to better use."

"Sorry," She shrugged. "Finders keepers."