The drier turns on.

Mackenzie let out a little sigh as she rubbed her leg. A long shower would be in order once she reached the locker room. She chuckled at the thought of looking forward to the shower. It would be the one place she could be naked where it was acceptable. The naked redhead swapped legs and massaged the other, pressing her thumbs into the sole.

A buzzing noise jolted her. "Hmm?" Mackenzie searched the laundry room for the source. Then, it began. The surface she sat on began shaking. With her hands on the sides of the drier to maintain balance, Mackenzie's breasts began to jiggle and tremble, bouncing into each other without an arm or a sports bra to contain them. Mackenzie turned and saw one cheek of her ample backside had pressed into a switch to start the machine.

"H-how on Earth did I-" Mackenzie reached toward the controls to find the off switch. The red-head then gasped and blushed. With her sitting atop the washing machine, no part of her could avoid the tremors. Especially not any part of her body in direct contact with the machine, such as her smooth, soft thighs. She squeezed them together, trying to shield her little pink treasure from a certain tingle she just felt. That delightful little feeling ricocheted through her body as she tried to wrap her arms around herself.

It felt good. Mackenzie couldn't argue with that. But it was a far cry from appropriate to do at the gym. Especially when she was still waiting on Abbey to come in with the towel to help her.