Mackenzie hangs out with Samantha.

The door clattered its way up, pulling Mackenzie’s towel with it. The next few seconds happened in slow motion.

As the door ascended, Mackenzie was pulled forward by the torso. Her towel pulled taut and yanked her forward into the doorway. Her bare feet stumbled forward across the cold cement floor, stopping just before the asphalt ground of the outside world. But the door and her towel didn’t stop there. As it was shoved upward, the door sprang a little higher than it typically sat. A click is heard as it locked into place at the top.

At the same time, her thin towel strained and stretched, pulling her chest-first into the air. The cover that Mackenzie tied ever so carefully around her breasts now acted as a loop dangling her a foot off the ground. Naked from nipples down, Mackenzie hung in the air in front of Samantha.

Mackenzie kicked her feet, trying to get her footing. Her bare toes grazed the floor, unable to accomplish much even when fully elongating her body.

Mackenzie futilely tried to untie the knot between her breasts. She internally cursed herself for tying it so tight.

Just as she was beginning to panic, Mackenzie remembered Sam was right there, standing with a stunned look of surprise on her face.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” Mackenzie barked, struggling in the air.

Feeling a little bad about snapping, Mackenzie shot Sam a small smile as an olive branch.

Coinciding with the smile, Mackenzie’s glorious pair of oily boobs flopped out of the loop, which tightened around her upper rib-cage and dug into her armpits.

“Sorry, I’ll do everything I can to get you down!” said Samantha, springing into action.

Mackenzie looked outside. The road was thankfully empty, and no one was walking by. Her spectacle seemed to have remained relatively private so far, but Mackenzie couldn’t shake the feeling of someone being nearby.

Mackenzie was shocked from her paranoid feelings with another intense feeling.

Samantha was reaching up above her head with both hands and untying Mackenzie’s towel. Samantha’s eyes were level with Mackenzie’s chest as she hung a good foot above her normal height.

The problem was, Mackenzie was hanging by the front of her chest, so her legs were pitched forward and her head tilted back. To access the knot, Samantha needed to stand very close to Mackenzie’s legs and reach up past her bare breasts.

Samantha’s forearms rested heavily on Mackenzie’s breasts. Samantha was inadvertently rubbing along two very sensitive points as she worked. Samantha pried and pulled and jimmied the knot holding Mackenzie’s towel together. As she did so, Samantha’s forearms bounced up and down or left and right. This sent Mackenzie’s boobs jiggling and sent more jolts of feeling down her body every time her nipples got rubbed this way or that.

Mackenzie hummed and looked away, trying to ignore the very real tingles overwhelming her. She was out of breath and closed her eyes, willing Sam to hurry up and untie her.

Samantha did one of those things as her efforts kicked into high gear. Unfortunately for Mackenzie this increase in speed had other consequences. Mackenzie’s breasts wobbled this way and that, with Samantha’s forearms swatting them side to side and squashing them in all directions. Every movement sent more shivers down Mackenzie’s spine. She struggled to hold still.

Mackenzie opened her eyes and looked down at the knot, hoping to see Samantha making progress. How is she even accidentally moving my tits that much? It’s almost like she’s not even… thought Mackenzie, a warm blush covering her face. She cut that thought short when she moved her gaze a little higher and saw evidence to the contrary.

Staring down the canyon of her own jiggling cleavage, Mackenzie spied on Samantha for a few seconds. Her sandy-blonde girlfriend had her tongue sticking out to the side as she focused so hard on helping the naked and suspended redhead. Awww, how could I doubt her? She’s trying so hard to help me, thought Mackenzie.

Samantha glanced up and locked eyes with Mackenzie through cleavage canyon. She let out an “eep,” and her hands froze. The pair stared at each other between Mackenzie’s boobs, which came to a rest for the first time in almost a minute.

Samantha had a guilty look on her face. She had puppy dog eyes and opened her mouth as if to say something. Mackenzie didn’t want Sam to feel bad about failing to help her yet. She’s doing her best she shouldn’t feel bad! thought Mackenzie, who beat Samantha to speaking.

“Th-thanks. I’d be so helpless without you,” asserted Mackenzie.

Samantha replied with “Just doin’ my job,” a smirk, and a wink before blushing and bashfully looking away down Mackenzie’s bare body.

Mackenzie almost questioned what Sam meant by that, but was quickly distracted by something MUCH more important. Her heart leapt into her throat as she finally spotted what was amiss in the parking lot alcove. Over Samantha’s shoulder, the driver’s side truck door sat open. Underneath the door a pair of boots sat perched on the step.

Mackenzie’s mind lit up as she started to panic at her current very **** state. She floundered, struggling and wiggling away from Samantha while trying to get herself free from the swaying and floating prison that used to be a towel what feels like millennia ago. Mackenzie drifted and twisted, having involuntarily pushed off of Samantha in a moment of nervous squirming.

Mackenzie felt like her heart might explode as the man spoke.

“I think I got it here, but I mighta spilled a lil coffee on it. Sorry Miss,” the man said. He got down from the step, the door still blocking his view with his shoes pointed toward the truck.

Mackenzie touched Samantha’s legs with her own, stopping her drifting and swaying. Mackenzie’s eyes opened wide, and she opened her mouth, ready to beg Sam to help her. Samantha stuck one finger up to Mackenzie’s mouth, shushing her and answering the man. Mackenzie held perfectly still as if the man might be a T-Rex. Any motion could alert him to her presence. Her mouth still hung open, motionless.

The door clattered its way up, pulling Mackenzie with it. The next few seconds happened in slow motion.

Samantha watched Mackenzie get pulled forward and then into the air, held up by the looped fabric around her torso.

The door sprang up and locked into place a bit above the upper catch.

Samantha was shocked, watching Mackenzie kick her feet, naked from the nipples down. Her suspended girlfriend elongated her body and merely grazed her toes across the ground.

How did she even set this up? Pervy ingenuity like this takes some serious talent, wow. Samantha thought, transfixed by the voluptuous new decoration hanging before her.

‘Oh, I love what you’ve done with the place…’ Samantha imagined showing off the kinky permanent décor in her apartment to some guests. Her dangling girlfriend tore at the knot between her breasts as Samantha gave her imaginary guests a tour of the rest of her home. The pretend company no longer batting an eye as her sexy girlfriend struggled.

Mackenzie turned to her in a panic and Samantha was shook from her world of make-believe. An embarrassed and surprised look spread across Samantha’s face.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” Mackenzie barked, struggling in the air.

Samantha felt bad for a second but that was immediately quelled as Mackenzie shot her a smile before flopping her glorious pair of oily boobs out of the loop of fabric.

I knew she was liking this, that naughty little minx! And how did she get her boobs out without even using her hands? Samantha thought to herself. “Sorry, I’ll do everything I can to get you down!” lied Samantha, springing into action. She slightly cringed internally at laying it on a little thick. Mack is so much more smooth at all of this. She’s so good at keeping this all so authentic.

Wanting to join in on the naughty fun a little bit, Samantha reached up to the knot that was pulled up to Mackenzie’s sternum. She had to reach slightly above her own head, with a Mackenzie’s breasts perfectly at eye level. She rested her forearms on Mackenzie’s breasts, feeling the smooth oiled flesh and hard nipples beneath her arms.

Feigning working on the knot, Samantha bounced her arms up in exaggerated movements, jiggling Mackenzie’s tits around to her heart’s content.

Mackenzie hummed quietly and looked away.

I hear that! Samantha thought. So her acting does have cracks. Mack is pretty convincing when she acts like she’s in peril, but I know her seeecret. Samantha’s heart fluttered thinking about how turned on Mackenzie is.

Samantha stuck her tongue out in concentration, focusing on her current task of covertly fondling Mackenzie’s boobies. She bounced her forearms while merely holding the knot, not at all trying to untie it. Samantha batted each breast one at a time, marveling at the round flesh recoiling and jiggling back into place.

She repeated the process a few times on each side before trying out both at once. Samantha enjoyed her playtime as Mackenzie’s cleavage squished together. She tried mashing her arms into Mackenzie’s silky smooth pillows, feeling two misbehaving points pushing back against her.

Samantha wished she could use her hands, to grab a handful of Mackenzie’s boobs or tweak her nipples, but figured Mack wanted to at least keep up the appearance of plausible deniability with their little game. Plus Samantha hadn’t gotten express permission to turn things sexual, making a mental note to figure out Mackenzie’s limits later.

With her tongue still out, and still utterly hypnotized by the motion of the ocean before her, Samantha didn’t notice Mackenzie looking down at her between her cleavage. Eventually she glanced up and locked eyes with her girlfriend. She was caught. Yeah, Mackenzie certainly knew what she was up to, but now she “caught” her “in character” for their little game.

Samantha wanted to improv with Mackenzie, to move this along and come up with something clever to say, but the feeling of being caught was too real. Samantha let out an “eep!” in surprise, and opened her mouth to say something, but came up short.

Mackenzie soothed Samantha’s worries with, “Th-thanks. I’d be so helpless without you.”

Samantha blushed, embarrassed that she could be dropping the ball with her much more experienced role-player girlfriend. She bashfully broke their locked gaze and looked away, down Mackenzie’s bare body.

“Just doin’ my job,” replied Samantha. She cringed internally a bit and gave Mackenzie a smirk and a wink before bashfully looking away down Mackenzie’s bare body.

Samantha’s frozen hands still held the knot. Her boob armrests were still poking into her forearms. Mackenzie started floundering like a fish, wiggling and pushing off of Samantha. She drifted to the side just as a noise made Samantha jump.

“I think I got it here, but I mighta spilled a lil coffee on it. Sorry Miss,” the man said. Samantha heard him step down from the truck.

Crap, I forgot about this guy. Why can’t he just give us some privacy here… thought Samantha, okay, redemption time.

Mackenzie stopped her drifting by reaching her legs out and balancing against Samantha’s legs. Mackenzie looked worried, with her wide eyes, mouthing a beg to Samantha, who just replied with a finger to the naked redhead’s mouth, shushing her.

Samantha turned her head around and addressed the man.