Her whole suit was falling apart, unfortunately.

[Originally by Phantom Pen]

Mackenzie knew her bottoms were in a bad way the entire walk over, undersized as they were. What she hadn't accounted for, however, was the damage the wave had done to the knots holding her top together. The constant adjusting only served to jostle and loosen the knots further with every shift of the fabric. By the time Mackenzie's silently wished for breeze arrived, that was all it took to undo the knots completely.

So it was that Mackenzie felt her breasts pop free as her slinky red top slid down her chest and quickly plop to the pavement. With a shocked gasp, Mackenzie started to crouch and reach for her lost top, relinquishing her bottoms in her panic and setting her stolen garment free as well. In mere seconds Mackenzie had been stripped bare.

As if to make matters worse, the breeze picked up in intensity as Mackenzie reached for her top, and the red garment slid away from her grasp, dancing across the hot pavement. The pilfered pink bottoms quickly followed suit, and Mackenzie's blood went cold as she frantically chased after her only modesty.

Scrambling after her suit in a frenzy, surrounded by a chorus of catcalls, whistles, and hollers, Mackenzie desperately grabbed at her bikini as the winds carried it teasingly away from her.

In the end, Mackenzie...