She meets a good looking dude

Mackenzie piled up a plate with the available food from the buffet, trying not to notice how many people were staring at her. The dining hall had about thirty people in it, and most of them were indeed staring at the redhead. With her back to the room, it was fairly easy for them to make out the shape of Mackenzie's curvy ass through the sarong, and she knew it. But what she didn't see was the smirking boy, lurking nearby and preparing to strike with a particular prank.

Plate filled, Mackenzie turned around and began hesitantly making her way towards an empty table. And that was when the knot in her sarong came undone.

"Oh no..." Mackenzie whimpered softly as she felt the orange fabric flutter down her legs. She didn't have to look down to know that she was now standing completely bottomless in a room full of strangers. But with a plate in one hand and a glass in the other, Mackenzie couldn't pick the sarong back up, let alone tie it back into place. The blushing woman rushed over to the nearest empty table, fifteen feet or so away, already hearing a few faint chuckles of laughter coming from those nearby. She hastily set her lunch down and covered her pussy as best she could. She whirled around to head back for her abandoned bottoms, only to find a truly horrifying sight. A little boy with a mischievous grin was already picking up the garment and turning around. Then he began running for the exit.

"H-hey!" Mackenzie blurted out, more in surprise than anything else. She took a few tentative steps after him, but could immediately tell she wasn't going to be able to catch the sprinting boy. Mackenzie came to a halt in the middle of the dining room just in time to see the lad turn the corner and vanish from sight. The bottomless young woman stood there in disbelief for a few more seconds, hands cupped over her womanhood, trying to process what had happened. Then, some semblance of sense returned to her, and Mackenzie sprinted back towards her table. She scooted into her seat and draped a napkin over her lap, providing at least the bare minimum of modesty for herself.

How in the hell did the day turn out like this? she wondered, still finding it hard to believe that she was dining in public wearing nothing but a bra. Now it seemed like her only option was to eat her lunch as quickly as possible and then head straight back to her room for the foreseeable future.

"Mind if I chow here brah?" a nearby male voice said, snapping Mackenzie back to reality. An extremely tan and muscular guy with long brown hair, as if not even waiting for an answer, took a seat across the table from Mackenzie.

"I... I, uh... I..." Mackenzie stammered. She was caught off guard both by his suddenness and his good looks. He was wearing a pair of swim trunks and flip flops and nothing else.

"Cool," he serenely said before beginning to eat his own food. "So, like, what's with the underwear dude?"

Mackenzie couldn't help but blush a little deeper at his bluntness. "Oh, y-you mean this?" she gestured to her chest. "It's my, uh, bikini top!"

"Nah man," he shook his head. "That's no swimsuit. I know a bra when I see one, and that's a bra, brah."

Mackenzie tried to think of a lie to explain it, but came up empty. "You're right," she sighed. "It's... been kind of a weird day."

"Mmm," he mused through a mouth of food. "Plusff you're, like, mmnot effen wearimmg pansff man."

"It's... a long story," she muttered, self-consciously shifting her hands over her napkin-covered lap again.

"Hell, I've got time dude," the man said, continuing to eat.

Mackenzie wasn't sure if it was the stress of the day getting to her, or if she was just that **** to vent to someone, but before she knew it she found herself recounting her day to the handsome stranger. As she ate, she told him how her she'd been excited for a vacation at the resort, only to have her bottoms swept away by the ocean. And how when she'd emerged from the water (omitting the part about stealing another woman's bottoms) she'd found a thief stealing her towel and bag. Then she described how she'd lost her bikini top on her trek back to the hotel, somehow. And, to top it all off, the very same thief had managed to steal everything from her hotel room, leaving her with nothing but a bra and a semi-transparent sarong.

"And tomorrow I've got to go down to the police station to hopefully help find the scumbag who took everything," she said. "And I've got a new debit card coming tomorrow, so I'll at least be able to buy some new clothes once it arrives. But until then, I'm stuck with just these two things to wear. Oh... I mean just the one thing now," she lamented, squirming slightly in her seat. She could tell that there were still quite a few people watching her.

"Dude, that's a major bummer!" the shirtless guy said, emphatically. "So what are you gonna do now?"

"Just sit in my room and wait until tomorrow I guess..." Mackenzie muttered, already dreading the long, boring wait ahead of her.

"Nah man, screw that. How about you come hang out with me and my bros? We could lend you something to wear."

"R-really?" Mackenzie asked, sounding more **** than she meant to.

"Sure man. One of us probably wore a shirt here today, I think. And we've got towels too, at least."

"That would be amazing!" Mackenzie said. "What room are you in?"

"Oh we're not staying at the hotel," he said. He leaned forward, as if sharing a secret and said, "truth be told, I'm just skimming a free meal here. But we're all hanging out on the beach. C'mon, I'll introduce you dude!"