Mackenzie tries to leave but ends up getting exposed further

Mackenzie figured hanging around any longer was only going to be prolonging the inevitable. She really had no way of even temporarily fixing her damaged panties while she was sitting there. And she wasn't especially fond of having a conversation while enduring John and Rachel's leering and judgemental gazes, respectively.

"I..." she hesitantly began, "really should be heading back..."

So, steeling herself, the redhead slowly rose from her chair. John protested as she did so, but was swiftly silenced by his wife. Mackenzie focused on keeping both her hands gripping the panties and holding them in front of her crotch. The ruined back of the undergarments dangled down, exposing her ass to the room behind her, but she was purely focusing on the two people in front of her.

"M-maybe we can talk next time?" she stuttered, backing away from the couple. "I mean, n-not that I hope there's a next time, necessarily! Hopefully maintenance will fix my lock tonight and I won't have to bother y-"

Mackenzie was interrupted when she tripped on a pair of shoes in her blind backwards retreat. She swiftly lost her balance and went toppling backwards. Her hands, overridden by instinct, abandoned their posts at her womanhood and immediately flailed outwards from her body, trying their best to cushion her landing. This left her ruined panties free to begin their fall down her slender legs.

The buxom beauty crashed to the floor rather ungracefully, landing mostly on her ass before momentum carried her onto her back. Both her legs and arms were spread out wide and a grimace of slight pain crossed her face for just a moment. The blue fabric around her ankle went soaring off into the room as momentum carried her legs slightly up into the air. But a fraction of a second later, all Mackenzie's limbs returned to the floor, and the redhead was left sprawled out naked from the waist down.

John could hardly believe what he was seeing as his eyes devoured the pristine view in front of him. Barely eight feet away lay Mackenzie, legs spread wide and pink pussy on fully display! He'd gotten a tantalizing look at her boobs in the bathroom earlier, quickly followed by a nice long look at her ass in her room soon thereafter, and now the view was complete. John had a full two seconds to savor the sight of Mackenzie's womanhood, topped by a neatly trimmed landing strip of red hair, before the sight disappeared.

Mackenzie scrambled back to sitting position as quickly as she could manage. She hadn't been hurt or even really dazed in the fall, luckily, but it still took her a second or two to get her bearings. She clamped her hands firmly over her pussy, quite aware that she'd just flashed both of her cabin-mates.

"I... I am so sorry!" she blurted out, not knowing what else to say. "I- That- Um, that was an accident!"

Blushing like mad, Mackenzie shakily got back to her feet, hands still clamped over her treasure. The bottomless woman didn't even notice as her left breast finally popped free in the commotion. John still stood there in stunned silence, simply enjoying the show. His wife, equally stunned, was beginning to recover, though.

"Are you alright?" Rachel asked, finally getting over the shock at the trip and display.

"I-I'm fine!" Mackenzie stammered, looking around for her lost panties. "I just, uh... Have you seen..."

The gears turning in Mackenzie's mind finally started getting enough traction to realize that her best option was likely to just get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

"Nevermind! I'llgetthemlater!" she squeaked.

Mackenzie turned around and ran for the bathroom, no longer caring if she flashed her bare ass at the couple. Her first and only priority was to get some privacy! She spared one hand to unlock and open the bathroom door, but she yanked it open far too quickly.

As the door slid open, its latch caught on the bottom edge of her tank top. The moving door pulled Mackenzie's last piece of clothing down and to the right just as she tried to move up and to the left. The resulting **** was too much for the shirt's sole shoulder strap, and it instantly broke under the pressure. With nothing left to hold it up, the shirt was swiftly yanked down to her waist, where it rested as a useless loop of fabric around her body.

Well, perhaps not quite useless. Because, though it now provided absolutely no modesty for the humiliated redhead, it did effectively keep Mackenzie tethered to the bathroom door. The blushing beauty realized this only as a tug around her waist prevented her from fleeing into the now open bathroom. Instead, she was yanked back a few inches until she bumped back into the door again.

She turned around, trying to see what had snagged her shirt, only to remember that she was still in full view of John and Rachel! A small gasp left Mackenzie's lips as she felt a renewed sense of embarrassment. She draped an arm over her breasts and shot a hand down in front of her pussy, face defaulting to a sheepish smile. She wore nothing but a ring of white fabric around her waist, trapping her in place.

"Umm..." she nervously said, "...little help?"

"Gladly!" John said, finally snapping back to reality. "I'll-"

"DEAR," Rachel said quite forcefully, even clamping a hand on his shoulder to stop the step forward he'd been about to take, "How about you straighten up while I go help Mackenzie?"

"I'll... let Rachel help you out of that," he recovered after a moment. "That's what I was going to say! Don't mind me!"

Mackenzie felt the tiniest bit of relief as Rachel strode towards her, seemingly doing her best to obstruct her husband's view. John turned away a few seconds later anyway. He took advantage of his lack of oversight to pick up Mackenzie's ruined panties and to tuck them away in his luggage.

"Sorry about him. He can be a bit much, sometimes," Rachel said as she began trying to tug the fabric free from the door.

"I-it's fine," Mackenzie muttered. "And I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to... to have all this happen."

Rachel didn't seem thrilled about Mackenzie's naked display, but she didn't seem actively angry at her about it either.

"Word of advice?" the middle aged woman said as the broken tank top came loose from the latch. "Next time you come by, maybe try wearing a bit sturdier clothing? ...And maybe just more clothes in general."

"I will," Mackenzie hurriedly said, already backing into the bathroom. "Thank you again and I'm sorry again!!"

With that, she retreated to her own cabin and immediately shut the door behind her. She locked it, pulled the mostly ruined tank top off her body, double checked that the door was locked, and then finally flopped onto her bed.

"Ohhhhh," she groaned in frustration. "This vacation is not going the way I wanted it to..."

Mackenzie laid there on her bed, sulking in her birthday suit for several more minutes. When she finally started to collect herself, she sat up and noticed that it was already early evening. She supposed she should probably eat something, but she'd honestly lost her appetite after the complete embarrassment she'd just suffered through. Besides, part of her wanted to be in the room in case maintenance really did come by to fix her lock that evening. With a sigh, and nothing else to do at that moment, Mackenzie got up from her bed and prepared to get dressed.