A souvenir shop

Mackenzie sprinted through the terminal, desperately looking for a bathroom. As she veered around and weaved in between the slow walking travelers, she heard more than a few shouts aimed at her. Besides a common element of surprise, most ranged from appreciative to downright angry. She distinctly heard the word "streaker" at least twice.

"Yeah baby! Show it off!" a man shouted as the redhead nearly missed colliding with him.

"Have you no shame?!" an elderly lady shouted as Mackenzie blew by her.

"Look at that ass..." A gobsmacked teenager said as she nearly tripped right in front of him.

Mackenzie tried to tune the voices out as she fled but found herself mostly unsuccessful. The comments only served to make her feel more humiliated and more **** for somewhere to hide.

Bathroom, bathroom, where the fuck's the bathroom?!? she thought in her panicked state. She just needed somewhere to duck out of view for a few minutes! Then she could figure out what to do next. But suddenly something other than a bathroom caught Mackenzie's eye. There, in one of the airport souvenir stores, was a single rack of clothes. With a renewed feeling of hope, the naked woman sprinted into the store.

Mackenzie wasted no time in grabbing the biggest sweatshirt from the rack and yanking it over her head. To her relief, it came down to her thighs, giving her pussy some much needed cover from the crowds outside. Mackenzie stood there for a moment, trying to catch her racing breath, when she heard a voice beside her.

"You know you have to pay for that, right?" a clerk said from behind the nearby counter.

"R-right!" Mackenzie stammered, "Of course." Luckily she had her purse inside her carry-on bag, so she was able to whip out some cash and pay for the overpriced sweatshirt. Just as the thought of buying a second sweatshirt crossed her mind, the redhead noticed a small clock behind the counter reading 9:06. Her flight was scheduled to leave at 9:10!

Without even bothering to wait for her change, Mackenzie did a 180 and resumed her sprint through the terminal. This time she was decent, at least. Though, her long strides made her sweatshirt-turned-dress come dangerously close to exposing her pussy a few times.

A few minutes later, she arrived at her gate, out of breath and slightly sweaty from her efforts. In a stroke of good luck, Mackenzie had arrived just seconds before they closed the door and she was allowed to board the plane. Being the last one, though, everyone else was already seated. So as Mackenzie stepped into one of the two aisles in the plane every single set of eyes were looking right at her. The security Mackenzie had felt wearing the sweatshirt earlier suddenly vanished. She did look more than a little ridiculous.

The shirt was comically large and baggy on her, with the neck hole showing a not insignificant amount of pale skin. But her legs were what really drew everyone's attention. The sweatshirt came down just an inch or two lower than her pussy. Every passenger on the plane had become suddenly aware that Mackenzie was either wearing some extremely skimpy bottoms, or she wasn't wearing any bottoms at all.

Mackenzie scurried down the narrow isle, blushing anew at the undivided attention on her. She arrived at her seat near the middle of the plane and reached up to place her bag in the overhead compartment. In doing so, Mackenzie unknowingly raised the hem of her sweatshirt a bit. It was just enough to give the two people in front of her a quick glimpse of her pussy and those behind her a teasingly small peek at the bottom of her curvaceous ass. The two men tried to quickly dispel their surprise at the wonderful view they'd just been given because Mackenzie was about to sit down next to them. She had the misfortune of having an aisle seat for this torturously long flight, meaning she'd have to stand up any time one of her two seatmates needed to get up for the restroom.

Mackenzie exchanged a pleasant smile with the two men next to her before closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. True, the first stage of her voyage hadn't gone perfectly. Actually, if she was being honest with herself it had gone absolutely disastrously. She'd been **** to streak through the crowded airport! But Mackenzie tried to remind herself that she had made it. She was on the flight and by this time tomorrow she'd be in Japan, ready to have the vacation of a lifetime!