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Chapter 11 by SpiralFelix SpiralFelix

How do their travels go that day?

Fine, until lunch

After another selfie (this time with a clothed and smiling Mackenzie), the girls hit the road. The miles flew by for the two friends as they chatted, sang along to songs, and otherwise enjoyed each other's company. It was genuinely refreshing and a much needed relief for Mackenzie after her bizarre and embarrassing previous day.

By the time early afternoon rolled around, both the girls were craving a good hearty meal for lunch. So they were both thrilled when they saw a sign for a diner at the next exit. Mackenzie took the exit and soon she had parked the car in the nearly empty parking lot. The girls stepped out of the car and began walking towards the retro-looking building.

Shouldn't have worn a skirt today apparently, Mackenzie idly noted as the breeze played with the edges of her knee-length skirt. The gusts weren't strong enough to flip it up completely, but Mackenzie kept a cautious hand on the garment all the same.

The duo entered the diner and took in the retro aesthetic and decorations as they were shown to a booth. It was as they were both eyeing over the food options that Willow asked the question she'd been purposefully holding back all morning.

"So, Mack..." she said playfully.

"Hm?" Mackenzie replied, still looking at her menu.

"Why were you streaking the hotel last night?"

"Wh-! I wasn't!!" Mackenzie said with a blush. Willow had her undivided attention now.

"Then why were you out in the hall naked?" Willow teased.

"Ssh!" Mackenzie hissed, "Keep your voice down!"

While the diner was mostly empty, there were still a few other customers. And most of them were within earshot of the two girls. And that was exactly why Willow waited until now to pop such a question. She wanted to see Mackenzie's reaction to such an embarrassing query when other people were around and potentially listening.

"Well...?" Willow asked again.

"It... it wasn't like that!" Mackenzie whispered, "I went out to get some ice and forgot my key. That's all!"

"And... you just came back without your clothes?" Willow asked.

"No! I mean yes, but..." Mackenzie stuttered, her face growing redder by the second. "I need to use the bathroom!" With that the blushing woman abruptly rose from her seat, stepping out of the booth.

And crashed directly into the returning waitress carrying a pitcher full of water and two plastic cups. The ice cold water cascaded over Mackenzie, soaking her shirt and the top of her skirt as the redhead crashed back into her seat.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" the waitress said as she picked up the fallen drink containers. "Let me go get you some napkins!" she said before hustling off.

Mackenzie sat back up and noticed Willow snickering at her predicament.

"Blue eh? Nice choice." Willow said with a smile before Mackenzie noticed her friend was staring at her chest.

Mackenzie glanced down at saw that her white t-shirt had ended up being a poor choice today, because it was now nearly transparent thanks to the water. Her sky blue bra could easily be seen through the fabric that was currently clinging to her breasts like a second skin.

"Ugh, just perfect!" Mackenzie grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. The semi-soaked girl fished her keys out of her purse and turned back to Willow. "I'm gonna go grab another shirt from the car." Her friend nodded, still unable to stave off a few giggles.

Mackenzie stepped out of the diner's glass door and was instantly hit with a stronger breeze than before. Her skirt flipped up enough to show her matching blue panties to anyone nearby, and Mackenzie was thankful that the highway was far enough away for her to remain unseen. Though, the few patrons in the diner did notice the shape of Mackenzie's lovely ass a few times while she traipsed over to her parked car.

Mackenzie made it to her car and popped the trunk as the wind began to die down. After a minute of rummaging through the bags, she triumphantly pulled out a black t-shirt. Planning on changing in the diner's bathroom, Mackenzie slammed the trunk shut and locked the car, ready to head back inside. But as she tried to take her first step, she felt a tug from around her waist. The forceful jerk left her off balance, and Mackenzie dropped the shirt and keys she'd been holding.

Perplexed, the redhead glanced down and noticed that her skirt was caught in the trunk! A gust of wind had once again raised her skirt just before she closed the trunk and now her bottoms weren't going anywhere.

"Oh you've gotta be kidding me..." Mackenzie groaned, bemoaning her bad luck. She reached for her car keys on the ground, only to find them too far away for her to reach. "Oh you've gotta be KIDDING me!" she hissed in frustration.

Mackenzie began tugging on the skirt, hoping she could free it without damaging it, but it wasn't budging. Then, as the winds came back in ****, the luckless girl noticed that her dry shirt on the ground was beginning to slide in the breeze.

"Oh shit, no!" she sputtered, not wanting to lose one of her favorite t-shirts. Gritting her teeth, Mackenzie unzipped her dark gray skirt and gingerly stepped out of it. By now, all of the diner's patrons had noticed Mackenzie's little debacle with the wind, and so all eyes were glued to the gorgeous redhead as she began chasing after her shirt. With her transparent shirt plastered to her chest and her blue panties on full display, Mackenzie made quite the sight as she dashed to and fro, scrambling to get a grip on her top. But each time she came close it seemed like the wind whisked it away from her grasp.

Finally, the shirt came to a stop as it got looped around the branch of a tree on the edge of the parking lot. Mackenzie, now slightly out of breath, gazed at the shirt, a good twelve feet or so off the ground. Then, she sized up the tree trunk and lower branches. The bark looked rough, but she figured she'd be able to climb the tree without too much difficulty. Or, Mackenzie could cut her losses and just head back to her awaiting skirt and various other clothes she had in her trunk. The redhead was painfully aware that she had been running around in her underwear for nearly two minutes now, and was quite eager to put her skirt back on.

Does Mackenzie try to climb the tree to get her shirt back? Or does she leave well enough alone?

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