Come up with a plan

As Mackenzie sat outside her hotel room in the buff, she desperately tried to come up with a plan. If her card didn't work, she needed to find another way inside. She could hide somewhere and wait for housekeeping to come and open up her room, but no, that wouldn't be till morning, and Mackenzie couldn't wait that long. Maybe she could sneak into one of the neighboring rooms and climb in through the window. No, that was too dangerous; not to mention the occupant of that room might catch her. She could go down to the front desk and ask for a new key. No, wait, same problem, she'd get caught naked in the lobby. If Mackenzie was going to get help, she'd first have to find some clothes or maybe...

"A Towel!" Mackenzie exclaimed, springing up with such speed her breasts bounced. That's right that mysterious woman had left her towel back by the ice machine. Without even taking the time to cover herself, Mackenzie ran back to the ice machine to see if the towel was still there and by some miracle it was. Mackenzie quickly scooped up the soft fabric, wrapped it around her body, and sighed in relief.

"It's not exactly a dress but it's better then nothing." Mackenzie stated as she knotted the towel to keep it on. Satisfied with her cover she marched over to the elevator and pressed to down button. After a second the door opened and Mackenzie calmly stepped inside and pressed the ground floor button. She wasn't thrilled about going down to the front desk in a towel but after almost having to go down in her birthday suit, it didn't feel nearly as scary. If the women hadn't left her towel behind, who knows what kind of trouble Mackenzie could have gotten into.

...If any.

Mackenzie shook her head. Clothes Optional hotel. That women must have been messing with her. Her room was probably right around the corner from the ice machine. She had obviously run inside the minute she was out of Mackenzie's line of sight. That was all.

...

"But if that's true," Mackenzie said to herself in the empty elevator, "why was she in the hallway wearing nothing but a towel in the first place?"

Mackenzie pondered this for a bit. The woman hadn't gone to the ice machine, and she didn't seem to be locked out. What other logical reason was there for walking around in nothing but a towel unless...

"This place really is clothes optional!"

It had to be right. That was the only logical explanation. Nothing else made sense. Mackenzie slowly looked down at herself. All she could see was her own massive cleavage and the knot holding up her towel.

"So......I don't actually have to wear this towel." She realized. But could she do it? Could Mackenzie really be that bold? She imagined herself strutting through the lobby wearing nothing but her birthday suit. Mackenzie bit her lip at the thought.

"No," she said, snapping out of her perverted train if thought, "all that matters right now is getting my key card fixed and getting back into my room."

So Mackenzie stood there watching the floors go by and listened to the boring elevator music. As she waited, Mackenzie began unintentionally shaking her hips in tune with the melody. With each sway of her hips one half of her slender body was temporarily freed from the confounds of her towel and exposed to open air. It felt good, but Mackenzie quickly caught herself and stood still at attention. She focused on the floors. Every time she passed another one, a quiet beep sounded. Suddenly, her foot began tapping in tune with these beeps. Each step making a loud slapping sound as her bare feet collided with the wooden floor. It was pleasant to the ears, but Mackenzie stopped that too.

"Clothes optional," she randomly said to herself in a flirtatious voice.

"No clothes required," she continued as the elevator approached the ground floor.

"I could just walk right out there," Mackenzie placed her finger over the knot, holding up her towel, "Nnnnaked."

As the elevator arrived at the first floor, Mackenzie took a deep breath and closed her eyes.