Things get quite heated, and Mackenzie winds up quite undressed

The kiss instantly escalated past a casual peck. The two college students wasted no time. It wasn't their first kiss, but Mackenzie felt no reason to hold back this time. As they began making out in earnest, Corey's hands slid around Mackenzie's hips. Her hands similarly found their way up to the nape of his neck. Passion swelling within her, the redhead slid her tongue into her date's mouth, happily letting it mingle with his. She slid one hand down to his muscular chest, inhaling deeply through her nose as she caressed him through his button up shirt. Corey matched Mackenzie's move, sliding one of his hands up to grab her breast. He gently squeezed it before making sliding his finger across her fabric-covered nipple (now pointing prominently through the fabric) and pinching it ever so slightly. Mackenzie couldn't help but let out a small gasp at the pressure on her sensitive nub, even through both shirts.

It had been a while for Mackenzie. The last time she'd had sex had been with her now ex-boyfriend back in the summer... a full three months ago. And while she had been occasionally using the favorite toy she'd brought along to college, it still left her pining for more. She didn't consider herself sex-obsessed or anything, but, well, she did have needs after all! Mackenzie had always assumed that her freshman year of college would just naturally have a certain amount of sex and romance, if TV shows and movies were even 10% true. But she hadn't counted on her naked notoriety complicating things for her. She was not interested in just being some hookup for bragging rights, no matter how hot the guy might have been. That's why she'd been so happy to finally meet someone like Corey, who was genuinely interested in her!

Corey, meanwhile, had been using the makeout session to help ensure the splinter was thoroughly ensnared in Mackenzie's skirt. His hand on her hip had guided it perfectly, allowing the jagged wood to dig deep into the plaid fabric. And when his date had ramped up the energy, he was more than happy to oblige.

As Mackenzie kissed Corey even more fiercely, her hands slid over his body again. Her right hand slid back up to his neck, gripping his hair intensely, with her left now lowering to his chest. Her fingers slipped into a gap with enough **** to actually pop a button free from his shirt. The excited young woman didn't even give it a moment's thought, simply using the expanded gap to led her hand wander along his undershirt.

Once again, Corey matched Mackenzie's move. With his left hand done with its more nefarious work, he instead used it to slide under the hem of Mackenzie's turtleneck. As his hand inched up Mackenzie's body, both her turtleneck and tank top rose with it, baring the pale skin of her toned stomach. But Corey didn't stop there. He sped up, swiftly raising his hand all the way to Mackenzie's neck. The bottom of the shirts were high enough that both Mackenzie's breasts slipped free, bared in the light of the setting sun.

Mackenzie pulled back from the kiss, surprised by the (not unwelcome) sudden exposing motion.

"Hm, no bra tonight, huh?" Corey whispered in her ear.

"I-" Mackenzie had begun to whisper back, before she cut herself off with a, "Mmmm!" as Corey simultaneously began playing with both of Mackenzie's stiff pink nipples. Part of Mackenzie knew that she should put a pause on things there. They were out in public after all! True, the path around the pond was deserted at this time of day, and she hadn't seen a soul around when she sat on the bench. But another part of Mackenzie just couldn't get over how GOOD it felt. Not just the making out, but to simply giving in to reckless abandon for a change.

"Bet you were hoping for something like this to happen, right?"

Rather than even try to respond, Mackenzie went back in for the kiss. Hard. She shifted her legs, practically jumping onto Corey's lap, with such speed that her trapped skirt ripped completely through. As she pressed her lips against his, a very distant part of Mackenzie's brain was aware of the ruined skirt sliding off her lap and plopping onto the ground. With her shirts raised above her busty chest, the only clothes Mackenzie now wore below the shoulders were her lacy yellow thong and a single shoe (the other flat had flown free in her near-pounce onto Corey's lap). If anyone did happen to walk by, well they were about to get quite the view of the redhead freshman.

But Mackenzie didn't stop. If anything, she picked up the pace from there. She lost herself to the moment, feeling nothing but Corey's taste in her mouth, his hands sliding along her body, alternating between squeezing and gently caressing. The pressure within her steadily built and she could feel her pussy beginning to wet her thong. Corey's left hand tweaked her nipple as his right gave her ass a healthy squeeze. Mackenzie gasped, briefly pulling away from the kiss. The gasp soon turned into a full blown moan of pleasure in the chilly dusk air when Corey's tongue found her nipple. She felt his hot, steamy breath on her boob, his strong hands cradling her curvy ass, his wet lips gently closing around her sensitive nipple.

As Mackenzie let her head fall back and let out a deep shuddering breath, she realized that she was getting close to orgasming from all this alone! How **** had she truly been for this? And, more importantly, was she going to let it happen? She was in public, she had to remind herself! And if this kept up, then she was going to cum on a park bench in the middle of a small public park. Was she really that kind of person? Mackenzie found herself leaning forward again, mouth desperately looking for Corey's again. And she supposed she had her answer.

At that moment, though, a blaring alarm interrupted the relative silence of the moment. Corey pulled his mouth away from Mackenzie's tit and pulled his phone out of his pocket. The alarm echoed loudly through the open air for a few more moments before he silenced it.

"Well," he said with a wry chuckle, "we are officially gonna be late for our reservation."

Mackenzie still sat on his lap, breathing heavily, heart pounding, mind full only of thoughts of continuing where they had left off. Then Corey's words finally clicked in her mind. Their reservation. For their date. They were on a date! And they were... in a very public location. All at once, Mackenzie seemed to realize the state she was in. As her horny thoughts began to slowly fade from her mind, Mackenzie noticed for the first time the state she was truly in. She'd been dimly aware that some of her clothes had been removed in the heat of the moment. But she hadn't truly realized just how carried away she'd gotten.

Mackenzie sat there on Corey's lap, wearing nothing but her little yellow thong! Everything, absolutely everything else, had come off her body in one way or another. And she was in public. Her skirt had broken somehow and fallen from her lap. First one, and then then two shoes had been flung from her feet in all the commotion. But, most surprisingly of all, Mackenzie's two shirts had been torn off her body and dropped nearby. Had she done that? She genuinely didn't remember doing so!

Mackenzie gave her biggest gasp yet of the night as she tried to hurriedly stand up from Corey's lap. The only problem was the hand Corey had snaked into the back of her underwear. As she stood, Mackenzie found herself tripped up by her date's trapped hand. The redhead found herself tumbling backwards and out of her thong completely. Mackenzie fell onto her back, landing on the cool soft grass, completely nude. She quickly sat up, self-consciously bringing her hands over her pussy and breasts. The contact sent another shiver through her body.

"There, isn't that better?" Corey smiled appreciatively. As he gazed at Mackenzie's nude body, he held the thong he'd suddenly found himself holding, "I told you that you didn't have to go and wear clothes for me!"

Mackenzie couldn't help but chuckle at the ridiculousness of it, though hers wasn't as mirthful as her dates. How on earth had she gotten carried away enough to wind up naked from just a first date makeout session?

"Despite what it looks like, that wasn't intentional," Mackenzie said, standing up and lightly brushing herself off a bit with one hand. She used one hand to awkwardly cover her pussy, though she wasn't fully sure why. Corey had already seen her completely naked, even before their date had began. She held her free hand out to him, shyly asking, "Um, can I have that back?"

"Oh this?" Corey joked, examining the yellow thong in his hand. "I think you look better without it!" He laughed heartily again.

"Very funny," Mackenzie replied, in a tone indicating it was anything but. She stepped closer to him.

"I mean it!" he replied, pulling his hand back. "Why don't we head to dinner with you dressed like this?"

"I doubt they'd let me in there, y'know, naked," Mackenzie gestured to herself. She'd tried to say it as a joke, but it had come out distressingly serious.

"It's fine, don't worry about it," Corey said dismissively, standing up and stuffing the thong in his pants pocket.

"Corey, I'm-" Mackenzie began in a stern tone before she was interrupted by a shout nearby.

"Hey! What're you doing here?!" a man shouted from down the path in an authoritative tone. The ambient light of post-sunset had begun to give way to true dusk, and neither of the students could make out who had called to them. But to one of them, it didn't matter.

Mackenzie let out a brief squeak of surprise and embarrassment before she practically dove behind the bench.

"Who's there?" the man called again, walking along the path towards them.

Mackenzie crouched down behind the bench, trying to think invisible thoughts and praying that the man hadn't seen her.

"What's up?" Corey coolly responded as the sound of footsteps approached.

"Wait, weren't there two of you here?" the unfamiliar voice said as the footsteps came to a halt. The rapidly dimming evening made it difficult to tell from a distance.

"It's just me at the moment," Corey said after a brief pause. Mackenzie let out a sigh of relief that he had covered for her. Now if only this stranger would leave, then she could get dressed again! She glanced around and saw her flats, though they weren't within reach given her hiding location. The rest of her clothes were nowhere to be seen.

"Hm..." the man said, sounding like he clearly didn't believe Corey. "Well, the park closes at dusk. I'm in charge of making sure no ones up to any shady stuff after dark. Time to pack it up and head home."

"Sure thing," Corey said. "I've got dinner plans anyway. I'll be on my way in just a minute."

"You'll be on your way NOW," he replied, "Come on, I'll walk you out to make sure you don't cause any trouble."

"I..." Corey trailed off for a few moments before saying. "Alright, lead the way."

For a moment, Mackenzie panicked. Corey was leaving her here, stranded and naked! But then she realized that there was no cause for alarm. The other man walking Corey out of the park meant Mackenzie would be completely alone in a few moments. She could take her time finding her fallen clothes and getting dressed again, then make her way back to meet Corey in the parking lot under cover of darkness. Problem solved!

As the two steps of footsteps trailed away, Mackenzie found herself calming down. Despite accidentally winding up naked in public (again), she'd managed to avoid detection by anyone. Well, except for Corey, but that had (mostly) been intentional. And if the worst thing that happened to her that night was simply being late for a dinner reservation, well that was just fine in Mackenzie's eyes.

After a few moments of silence punctuated only by a couple crickets, Mackenzie emerged from behind the bench. She hoped Corey had found a way to surreptitiously drop the thong he'd been holding, but it wasn't the end of the world if he hadn't. Her turtleneck and tank top were likely lying around somewhere, and hopefully her skirt was too. Though, Mackenzie had the hazy memory that the skirt had ripped or something. Hopefully it wasn't beyond repair...

She stepped into her two nearby shoes, and began circling the bench, looking for where her clothes had ended up.