Back to her room

She contimued to draw stares as she made her way towards her room, clutching her towel around her.

As she got her door, she took out her keycard and swiped it. The door beeped and a red light flashed.

'What?!'

She tried again. same result

She sighed 'this is just what I need'

Walking to the door for the adjoining room, she knocked. A few seconds later it was answered by John, who's eyes widened at the sight of the buxom redhead.

'Umm my wife and the kids aren't here right now', he stuttered.

'I'm sorry', Mackenzie explained. 'Myndoor lock is broken, can I get into my room through yours?'

'Oh, umm sure' John replied stepping aside.

Mackenzie brushed past, stepping into the room. She tried to hurry, aware of the admiring gaze John was giving obvious. A few steps in she was pulled up short and half spun as the towel pulled away from her.

Mackenzies hands sprang up to her chest and squeeked.

'Oh, your towel got caught', John exclaimed, rushing to unhook the towel from the door strike. He held it out to Mackenzie who awkwardly grabbed it with one hand.

Unbeknownst to John, the towel had pulled aside the already misaligned costume and Mackenzie could feel her bare nipple beneath the hand still holding her chest. A blush rose in her cheeks as she turned and ran into her room through the bathroom, sliding the connecting door to her neighbours room shutbjustba bit too hard.