Start to enjoy the streak

Revitalized, Mackenzie stood up from the bench, the cool water still dripping from her hair. She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and extending her hips, giving a full view of her naked body. Fortunately, no one was around to see it. She looked around at the empty fields around her in the total solitude and for once since landing on this god forsaken island with nothing but her birthday suit, felt at peace. She took a moment to enjoy it.

"It really is peaceful out here." Mackenzie exhaled continuing to survey the area. "I should come back here later when I get some clothes. God if I can find some clothes.

So Mackenzie continued her trek towards her hotel. Still a bit winded from sprinting down the highway, Mackenzie decided to slow her pace, going for a light jog instead of a run. She pressed forward, her breasts bouncing with each step until the blushing redhead clamped down on them with her forearms. Soon the empty grass fields ended as she approached a forest. It's trees grew closer together with each step she took, forming a dense canopy overhead that filtered the harsh sunlight into dappled patterns on the ground. She felt a subtle shift in the air—a cooler, fresher breeze that carried the scent of palm trees and Caribbean soil. The silence was almost palpable, broken only by the occasional chirp of a bird or the distant rush of a stream.

Although she still found the entire situation pretty embarrassing, Mackenzie couldn't deny that, at the moment, it was a pleasant feeling. She felt a sense of freedom she hadn't experienced before, her naked body exposed to the elements. The trees seemed to close in around her, providing a natural cover from the outside world. She slowed for a moment, looking around at the serene environment, the road was completely empty without even the distance sound of a car. She started moving again but realized she no longer felt the need to cover herself. The forest was empty, and she was alone with her thoughts.

'This actually feels kind of nice,' Mackenzie thought to herself as her breasts bounced up and down and her legs brushed together. 'This is way more comfortable than wearing a tracksuit.'

As Mackenzie emerged from the forest, the dense canopy gave way to an expansive open field, bathed in the golden glow of sunlight which temporarily blinded her. Mackenzie took a moment to stop and let her eyes adjust. Then she saw the horizon before her. The field were filled with sugarcane, the island's primary crop, for a second, she worried she might run into farmers, but then remembered summer wasn't harvesting season. The fields were empty. Beyond them she saw many rolling hills that lead to the crystal-clear waters of the ocean. The sudden openness was both exhilarating and daunting; the warmth of the sun danced across her skin, contrasting with the cool shade she had just left.

She felt a renewed sense of vulnerability, yet an unshakable freedom as she stepped into the vast, untouched expanse and again began to run. The sugarcane swayed gently in the breeze like massive ocean waves Which battered her body as she ran forward. Mackenzie giggled and held out her arms to let the cool ocean winds hug her body like an old friend. Her long hair dancing around her as she sprinted forward.

She let the warmth of the sun soak into her and the wind ingulf her granting her a deep sense of liberation. For the first time, Mackenzie felt she could truly embrace her nudity, not out of necessity, but out of a sheer, unadulterated joy. She smiled and held her arms aloft and started skipping, leaping into the air every couple of steps. She was free, unshackled. Mackenzie closed her eyes so she could feel even closer to nature. Her fears and worries gone. Her perception retreated inward until all she could hear was her own racing heartbeat. It was amazing Mackenzie Fairbairn had found paradise!

"Well this is a treat if your look to your right you'll see one of Santos Marcelito's famous nudists!"

Mackenzie's eyes shot open at the sound of the voice. Her head snapped to the side where she saw a massive double-decker tour bus gingerly cruising beside her. It's colorful exterior, a stark contrast to the natural beauty of the island. After a second, Mackenzie finally noticed the tourists packed into the bus like sardines, all of whom were staring down at her, cameras and binoculars at the ready.

"Aaaaaahhh!!!" Mackenzie screamed at the top of her lungs as she flung her open arms back over her privates and rocketed forward. She had been caught. Naked. Butt naked! Oh course she had. She had willingly exposed herself. What was wrong with her!? Mackenzie face contorted into a million expressions of humiliation as she sprinted forward as fast as she could. She needed to get away. Get to her hotel. Get away from these people gawking at her shame. She needed clothes! She ran and ran until finally she peaked over another hill and saw her hotel in the distance.

"Oh, thank god," She squealed. "Almost there."

However, as she sprinted the roar of an engine echoed into her ears once more. She turned her head and saw the tour bus driving up beside her, it's windows filled with even more tourists. It seemed those riders on the far side of the bus has moved, practically climbing over one another to catch a glimpse at the streaking Mackenzie.

"Nooo!" She screamed in horror. The Redhead attempted to speed up, releasing her arms from her privates as not to restrain herself, but it was for not. No matter how hard she pushed or pumped her arms, Mackenzie couldn't outrun a bus. It gingerly passed next to her and matched her speed giving everyone on board plenty of time to admire the bombshells bouncing body.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, would you believe that what this young woman is doing is completely legal." said the tour guide speaking to the tourists through a microphone. "That's right, on Santos Marcelito this beauty is allowed to expose her gorgeous form anywhere without suffering punitive measures!"

"Ha, well if I looked like that, I'd do the same."

"S-so this place is like some sort of Eden."

"Oh, baby I think I've found a new regular vacation spot."

"Can, can I really record this?"

"Oh, course sir." the tour guide chimed in. "While inappropriately touching or harassing nudists is a serious crime there are no laws against looking or recording. Santos Marcelitoans believe nudity is meant to be seen."

Mackenzie felt like she was about to cry. That brief sense of liberation and comfort in her own skin was completely lost to the redhead. Now all she felt was shame and humiliation. She refused to look at the bus trying her hardest to ignore their presence. Yet that was impossible as still hear its engine humming mockingly as the tourists' laughter and shouts grew more provocative. She could feel the heat of their gazes and the flashing of their cameras peircing her like a branding iron searing her skin. Although maybe that was just the heat.

Mackenzie was becoming exhausted from sprinting forward at full speed and yet she didn't let up. She didn't even cover her bouncing chest. Makenzie still believing she could outrun it despite the fact the bus had kept pace with her since it appeared. Her legs pumped furiously, her feet pounding the earth in a frantic rhythm as she darted towards the hotel. Her breath came in sharp, **** gasps, and her heart thundered in her chest. The sugarcane fields blurred around her as tears of humiliation and sweat from her brow pooled in her eyes.

Feeling she couldn't run much further, Mackenzie again looked forward to her hotel. It sat on the far side of a small town marked by Spanish colonial architecture. If she could get there, she be able to hide from these perverted tourists. The town laid on the other side of the rice field, likely the source of their income, meanwhile the road winded far around the town before leading to it on the far side.

"I-I won't make it," Mackenize panted. "I-It's too far I'll never make it to town. Unless."

Mackenzie veered sharply off the path, her feet sinking into the soft mud of the sugarcane fields as she desperately sought a shortcut. The cool squelch of the mud between her toes was a shock against her heated skin, but she didn't dare look back. The bus's brakes screeched in response making sure the tourist could get the best view of the fleeing redhead. As she ran Mackenzie could hear the tour guide's voice amplified over the microphone, "Well it may only be midday but thanks to this young lady it looks like we're being treated to a full moon!" The tourists erupted into laughter and cheers, their cameras clicking furiously as they leaned out the windows to get a better shot. Mackenzie cringed and threw her arms over her butt as she trudged her way towards the village. She passed through the rice field then climbed up a dirt path into town. Her muddy feet slapped against the cobblestone roads. She breathed heavy happy to be away from the tourists but almost too tired to stand. Yet she trudged on toward the hotel. The Redhead passed by many villagers but barely noticed them. In truth they barely noticed her as they were used to naked tourists wandering the streets. Eventually she made it to the town square a large open area with a massive fountain in the center. Her breath was labored and her legs finally gave in. She leaned against a stone wall and slowly slided down before falling on her butt. She sat there for a while trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah," Mackenzie said between breaths. "Walking was not the best choice."

"Hey, are you ok?" A gentle voice asked laying a delicate hand on her bare shoulder. Mackenzie was instantly reminded of her nudity and turned around fearfully. She saw a slender woman crouched down next to here. She had a pretty face short brown tousled hair. Upon closer examination Mackenzie could tell she was not a local. The woman had dark skin but not from genetics, she had a bronzed full body tan. Mackenzie knew this because, like her, the tan woman was naked as the day she was born, save a white surfer necklace. "Yah looked tired out."

"Ya-Yeah." Mackenzie replied. "I ran here from the airport."

"The airport! Jesus, no wonder you look so tuckered out. Here have some water."

The woman handed Mackenzie the half-drunk water bottle she was holding, and Mackenzie instantly took it and down it all the cool liquid comforting her whole body.

"I'm Jolie." The woman said with an Aussie accent.

"Mackenzie," the redhead replied finishing the water and wiping the remaining liquid from her lips. "Thanks for the drink."

"Well I know how it is." Jolie said standing back up. "We don't exactly have any pockets." She spread her arms and motioned to herself. She had a smaller frame with a subtler chest then Mackenzie alongside wide hips and a thin waist. "Like they say. Nudists stick together on Santo Marcelito."

Jolie stood there irradiating the confidence and body positivity Mackenzie has discovered earlier. Yet right now as the Redhead began to get her strength back. Mackenzie only felt more embarrassed as she looked at her.

"Right well I'm feeling much better so thanks again." Mackenzie hastily said handing the empty bottle back to Jolie and heading back towards her hotel once again. She jogs through the time square towards the hotel cupping her breasts the whole time.

"Ok well have a good day." Jolie said waving goodbye. "Oh and nice butt by the way."