She leaves while being completely bottomless

As much as she wanted her shoes and panties back, Mackenzie didn't have the heart to do it in her current state. She couldn't bring herself to ask if the lady had seen her other shoe, or a lacy yellow thong that had possibly slipped away. And so she left the stall, her other foot slipping out of the flat in the process. After an agonizing twenty seconds of washing her hands, she fled the bathroom, now completely bottomless, and with only her impaired turtleneck to her name.

Mackenzie dashed across the restaurant, one hand stretched the front of her turtleneck down to cover her wet pussy, while her other hand held her purse over her sizable ass. Sadly for her, the strain on the black garment caused one of the pins in the middle to tear away, making the half a centimeter gap yawn open even more. The breeze along her shaved woman hood only made matters worse for the nearly nude girl, as it reminded her just how close she was to public humiliation.

As the redhead walked past Corey to sit down, the loosened thread on her turtleneck caught on the corner of the rusting table. As if fate itself wanted her to continue baring her body.

Corey couldn't help but smirk, having watched her return the entire time. He had her panties in his pocket, and he noticed her footwear was now absent, a decision she had made back at the bathroom. Seeing the thread catching on the corner next to him only made him believe even more that she was doing these things on purpose, and he was all too eager to continue along with exposing the Shy Streaker. And so his hand reached up, grabbing the errant thread and wrapped it around his hand a few time to secure the fate of her too to his whims.

Mackenzie flashed a shy smile, shivering as the cold seating hit her bare ass and thighs. She looked around for her napkin, but saw that it was absent! She glanced around, her hands patting along her seat for any chance the cloth had dropped away.

"C-Corey...I...I don't suppose you picked my panties up...did you?" She meekly asked, making sure her purse covered the left side of her. While it managed to cover the countries of her curvaceous ass, it still left a huge chunk of her pale thighs on display.

"Hmmm...can't say I have..." he responded, his arm shifting somewhat as he began to slowly unravel her sweater from underneath the table.

Mackenzie could only whimper in disappointment, and her body shivered as the futile remains of hope for her panties went away. Yet, for some reason part of it flowed to her wet core.

"Great...I start the date fully clothed...and all I have left in this shirt..." she muttered, not knowing that she was just loud enough for Corey to hear.

"Hey, I'm enjoying it~" he said with a smirk, his hand still working hard on Mackenzie's shirt.

"Of course you are...you've gotten a front row show..." Mackenzie muttered, her hand reaching down to cup her naked woman hood, though she couldn't help but shiver as her fingers came in contact, and her blush deepened when she realized how wet she was. To only make matters worse she felt the temptation to slide her digits inside.

She couldn't help but tremble once again, her mind drifting back to graduation. How she had worn nothing but her graduation gown and footwear, and how she felt that temptation back then. But this was even stronger, and much more of her body was at risk of being seen.

"You can't deny you've enjoyed it...we've made out twice during all this, you've wind up naked both times too. Not to mention you seem to getting more into it~" he teased, giving her a flirtatious wink.

Mackenzie closed her eyes in defeated shame, she wanted to protest, to tell him that he was wrong. But how could she deny such an accusation? It was all true, they had made out in the park, and she had let him strip her down to her thong. Then they just made out the bathroom just now, and once again he had stripped her of her clothes, had played with her body even further.

Her fingers slid into her soaked treasure once again, her lower lip trembling with a pout as her desire returned. Her fingers began to slowly got to work, imagining as if they were Corey's, the same finger that she had allowed to enter her ass.

"See? You're thinking of it...and you want more...don't you?" He guessed, smirking as the redhead proceeded to debase herself before him.

"That's not...ah!" Mackenzie whimpered quietly, her other hand reaching up to give her clothed breast a passionate squeeze. "That's not...t-true..."

"Oh? Is that so? You haven't even realized the state of your shirt~" he smirk.

The mention of her turtleneck snapped her out of her trance, her hands quickly withdrawing to rest on either side of her. She then glanced down and gave a gasp! Her shirt!