Escape to the ocean

Makenzie looked around frantically, trying to find anything, anything at all, that could help her get out of the current predicament she found herself in. All she saw, though, was the beachside buildings in front of her, the blue ocean behind, and the vast amount of expanse around her. Oh, and also the dozens beyond dozens of beach goers who were staring at the red headed naked beauty. Many had their phones out to immortalize Mackenzie’s day at the beach. Many others started shouting at her, some with catcalls, others with jeers.

“Hey babe! You get lost on your way to the nude beach?”

“There are children here! Do you have no shame?”

“Nice tan lines!”

Out of all of those shouts of disapproval and ridicule, not one person thought to offer the nude woman assistance. Mackenzie was overwhelmed by her predicament. Her legs were shaky. Her arms did their best to contain her more intimate areas. She slowly spun around, awkwardly hunched over, looking for any hope of cover. All she saw were the laughing faces of the people staring at her, the crowded city, and the ocean to came to visit.

…Wait a second. The ocean. That’s it. If she went into the water, she would be partially hidden from view. This was a temporary solution, but it would give her time to think of how to get out of this nightmare. Mackenzie willed her legs to move forward and started to jog toward the water. She could feel her butt jiggle as she ran and her boobs try to escape her arm bra. The crowd definitely took notice of this, as they began whistling and cheering her streak.

After what felt like an eternity, Mackenzie made it to the shoreline. She dove into the waves, swimming out into the surf. When she was far enough, she looked back at the beach. Most people had gone back about their day, probably thinking that was just some elaborate stunt. Some, though, were still monitoring her, waiting for her to come out.

What was Mackenzie going to do? She would have to come out of the water eventually. And then what? She still had no way to get dressed and a long road to get home. She had to think of a way to salvage some of her dignity.