Alex, her shy neighbor

Based on ideas originally by Consensueros.

Mackenzie was surprised to see Alex waiting at the counter for her. She probably shouldn't have been, though. It wasn't uncommon for him to drop by while she was working if he had the time or needed her help with something. She felt her cheeks redden ever so slightly as she took in the man's cute smile and broad frame. Yes, the hint of a crush was definitely still there for her.

"Alex, hi!" she said, trying not to sound flustered.

"Hey Mackenzie," he replied casually. His eyes drifted down over her body briefly, and Mackenzie had to remind herself that she was completely covered. "Wow, that jumpsuit's seen better days, huh?"

"You don't know the half of it," Mackenzie giggled, glancing down at the ridiculous amount of duct tape covering the jumpsuit. "What brings you in today?"

"What, I can't just come in to say hi to my oldest friend?" he chuckled, leaning on the counter. "Actually, I was going to ask if I could borrow your engine lift for a little while. I'm working on this old..." He trailed off as he peered down behind the counter. "What's with the socks?" he asked.

"Oh!" Mackenzie said, unable to stop herself from blushing. "I had, um, a small accident with my boots. They're drying off now.

Alex was going to respond when he noticed another hint of pink in Mackenzie's outfit. The waistband of her panties, barely visible through a tear on her hip. Alex blushed as his train of thought was instantly derailed. He didn't want to embarrass Mackenzie by pointing it out to her.

"It's, uh, actually been kind of an accident-heavy kind of day today," Mackenzie muttered nervously. As she mentally replayed all the wardrobe malfunctions she'd suffered so far, the redhead began wondering if it was such a good idea to let Alex into the shop today. If her bad luck continued, then she might end up exposing herself to him! "A-actually, I, uh, have a car using the lift right now. Maybe you could come back tomorrow?"

"Oh, that's fine," Alex said, regaining a bit of composure. "I can wait til you're done with it. I'll just hang out here."

"Uh..." Mackenzie said, trying to think of a way to get him to leave without being a jerk. "I..."

"I can even help you with your workload if you want," he generously volunteered. Alex was just too nice for his own good, much to Mackenzie's chagrin. She settled for Plan B: getting Alex in and out of the shop as quickly as possible.

"Oh, y'know what, I actually finished using the lift a while ago! My brain's scattered all over the place today. I'll go open the garage door and you can bring it in."

Mackenzie opened the large door, noting that the wind seemed to be picking up, and Alex soon brought the old car into the shop. Mackenzie closed the garage door behind it, though it took several attempts as the door was a little stuck. Alex attached the engine to the lift while Mackenzie got ready to operate it. After a few minutes they were set. Mackenzie raised the engine out of the car, holding the lift's bar in place above her head. Unfortunately, this took both her hands. If a one-handed grip slipped then the engine could wind up crashing back down. So, as Alex bent over and stuck his head into the car, Mackenzie stood there with her arms above her head. With nothing else to do, she began chatting with Alex. The two began chatting.

"So anything going on this weekend?" Mackenzie asked, making sure to sound as casual as possible.

"Oh yeah, repainting the house," Alex replied from within the hood of the car. "Tooooons of fun."

"An absolute blast," Mackenzie giggled.

"We've got a whole bunch of spots on the front of the house where the paint's slowly getting stripped away. But you know my dad. Can't just touch up the spots that need it, no. If we're painting the house then we're painting the whole thing."

As Alex was talking, Mackenzie heard a very soft sound very close to her ear. She turned her head to the side, unsure of what had made it. And then it happened again. But this time, Mackenzie saw what made it. A piece of tape on her shoulder had just slipped free from the back of her jumpsuit. And, perhaps even more alarming, it wasn't the only one to have done so! There was a sizable gap on each shoulder where tape should have been. A quick count by Mackenzie revealed that she only had seven pieces of duct tape holding up her jumpsuit. On both shoulders. She shuddered at the sudden realization that, if this trend continued, her entire jumpsuit was going to fall down completely. And with her hands occupied, she couldn't even do anything to prevent it!

"How's your house holding up?" Alex continued.

"Huh?" Mackenzie whipped her head back towards her friend. It was, perhaps, an unwise move, as it helped wrench another piece of tape free.

"You been having any stripping problems?"

"Wh-what?! No, no stripping problems, why would I be having stripping problems?!" Even as Mackenzie spoke, another piece of tape slipped free on her right shoulder. Each time one piece gave up the fight, it put even more strain on the remaining pieces, causing them to slip free even faster.

"It might be worth double checking. Sometimes it can happen pretty fast, y'know? Everything looks fine, but then a little gets stripped off here, a little gets stripped off there, and before you know it," he made a whistling sound, "completely stripped." As if on cue with Alex's whistle, a large piece of tape came free on Mackenzie's left. There were only four pieces of tape left on the top of the jumpsuit.

"R-right... Completely stripped..." Mackenzie agreed. Another piece broke away. "Sure don't want that!"

"And then you wind up exposed. And, of course, everyone can see it. It's honestly a little embarrassing at that point."

"So embarrassing..." Yet another piece slipped free. Only one piece of tape remained on each shoulder. Mackenzie looked around feverishly, as if she could find some solution to her humiliating problem. But, of course, with her hands still effectively trapped there was nothing she could do.

"Nothing worse than when your friends and neighbors start saying 'You should really cover that up. I can see just about everything!' and all that."

"Mm-hmm." The second to last piece of tape broke free. The entire left half of Mackenzie's jumpsuit sagged down her body, exposing half of her pink bra. The redhead blushed furiously. There was no way out! Alex was going to see her like this!

"But I'm glad to hear you aren't dealing with anything like that."

"Nope! Not at all!" Mackenzie could only look on in horror as the final piece of tape slipped free. Her jumpsuit slipped all the way down her body, pooling around her ankles. And just like that, Mackenzie was left standing there, in front of her crush, wearing one of her sexiest pairs of lingerie. Her semi-sheer and semi-broken bra still clutched her lovely chest. Her matching pink panties still hugged her curvy hips. But that was all Mackenzie had left. The blushing beauty's mind raced, desperately trying to think of a way out of her situation. But nothing came to mind.

"Good," Alex said, head still down in the car. "I'd hate to see you wind up in an embarrassing position like that."