A most awkward encounter.

'Get. Off. The machine.'

A fire broke out in Mackenzie's mind, and spread to her cheeks as her thoughts stalled out. The bubbly tingle that bounced through her naked form left her clutching her body, squeezing it as if she was trying to roll into a little ball. Her aimless effort to find a switch or dial eventually lead to a button. Her thumb shoved the button, hoping to hear the machine power down.

Instead, the drier started to shake more violently, bouncing the naked girl on her seat. One breast spilled free of her feeble attempt at containment, bouncing in celebration. It's twin followed when Mackenzie gripped the edge of the drier. She still tried her best to squeeze her thighs together, but the nude red head could still feel her body warm up. Her nipples felt tight, and her toes would curl. It felt good.

Mackenzie opened one eye, looking at the door to the laundry room. She was still alone. Abbey clearly wasn't here yet, and that other coworker was likely to distract her. There was no telling how long this would take.

'I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't enjoy this.' Mackenzie bit her lip, the fire reaching an uncontrollable state. Her thighs gently part, with a subtle shine at her soft labia. The nude red-head clamped them together again. A clothing drier was making her feel like this. She knew her situation, she knew she shouldn't be doing this at all, much less at the gym. And yet, Mackenzie felt her thighs drift apart once again, as the inferno continued to grow.

A shiver climbed Mackenzie's back, and a little moan squeaked out. All the vibrations the drier provided were running through her, making her tremble. Of all thinks, Mackenzie began to smile, and her hands found themselves at her inner thighs, waiting for the last of her self control to burn.

But while the embers licked away at Mackenzie's resistance, a squeaky door hinge pierced the red-heads ears.

There stood Abbey, towel draped over her forearm, standing there with wide eyes. Mackenzie froze where she sat, making eye contact. Words crumbled to ashes as Mackenzie's brain tried to kickstart itself. Abbey just caught her, naked, and masturbating using the gym's drier. The only tangible feeling she could notice in that moment, was just how hot her cheeks were getting.

Abbey cleared her throat. "Um... you mind telling me what you're doing?"