Mackenzie could use a little unwinding

Mackenzie anxiously looked to the door, which was still closed with her suitcase softly bumping up against it. Trying to act quickly before anything crazy happened, she stepped out into the open and knelt on one knee to get a closer look at where her towel was pinched in the latch. A hefty chunk of threads were wound around it pretty good, but she figured that she could get it unwound given enough uninterrupted time.

The door was behind her and to her left, so Mackenzie had the brilliant idea to just wrap it around her left side, bringing the towel around and locking it under her right arm to keep it from falling. This would keep her covered for anyone that entered the bathroom or looked in through the doorway, and allowed her enough slack to still crouch a bit away from the latch and see what she was doing.

Her brilliant idea wasn't perfect though. Her entire front side was still naked and totally visible to herself. It was a painful reminder of how close she was to being exposed.

In addition, because the towel was snagged a bit above her waist and she needed to crouch down a bit to get a good look, that meant she was continually squatting her ass right out of the bottom of the towel's hemline. She needed to constantly pull it down every few seconds, or she'd be mooning the doorway.

While she worked, Mackenzie did a few double takes toward her suitcase and doubted she was making the right choice again. She repeatedly contemplated streaking across the bathroom and back. All she needed to do was snatch her clothes while she had the chance. Whyyyy am I messing with the towel? I can run over there and back and get dressed in the next stall over before anyone would even have the chance to see me... Mackenzie ruminated.

The naked redhead just wasn't sure she had the courage to risk a naked dash across a public bathroom when cover was literally available in her hands right here.